Don’t give up
I thought I had retired, but I’ve had to think again.
I’ve dusted off my thinking cap and I’m looking for my pen.
Alas my pens not working, what’s a poet got to do.
I’m going to have to scribble on the bottom of my shoe.
It’s been a fix for dodgy pens for eighty years or more.
But now my wife’s berating me for ink upon the floor.
She staring at me now, with a look I think could kill.
Thank god that I resisted, and didn’t use my quill.
I thought if I left poetry I might have had more luck.
I wanted to be scholarly and write a lengthy book.
I even chose a subject, how my dogs don’t like to roam.
But I only wrote the title, I called it “Pets. A Tome”
Someone’s selling supplements, “ooh the packaging is nice”
But they have them in the chemists for a quarter of the price?
“My immune system is working, and it’s really all I need”
“but I’ll gobble down the supplements” without thinking of your greed.
“Ive had my hair analysis and things are really bad.
It says that I am pregnant and my beagle is the dad.
Ellie are these accurate? This was really not my plan.
Especially as I’ve got no dog and I’m a 40 year old man.
Sending out the invites of a party planned for me.
Thinking of the times I’ll have and the people I will see.
The thing about a party though, you know its not the best.
When looking at the buffet, there’s more pork pies than guests.
Ripping out your meters, is the way to go.
Done by dodgy Steve, a feller that you know.
“Can you help me Ellie? there’s no energy in the ground,
And the council and the bailiffs and the police are coming round”
“Ellie can you help me, I’ve got to go to court.
I always thought you’d help us when there’s battles to be fought.
I took my meters out, I did what you implored.
But Ellie, now we need you, we’re simply being ignored.”
Can you help me Ellie? I’ve a lump inside my breast.
Please please can you help me? I need to know what’s best.
But Ellie doesn’t answer her , her message goes unread.
And now the girl is panicking for the things that lie ahead.
I’ve followed you for years Ellie, and I stood up for you.
I didn’t have a mammogram cos you told me not to do.
Please Ellie will you answer me I’m really getting scared.
But Ellie never answers, its like she never cared.
You cannot trust a troofer or anything they said.
They promised “end of august you will definitely be dead”
It will come true they’re bleating, just you wait and see.
As they quietly change the prediction date to 2023.
You think you’ve seen it all, their lies and all their drama.
And then you stare in disbelief at the things on Panorama.
Keep on going Tattlers, their platforms we must smash.
Stop them spreading bollocks and lets cut off their cash.