Cleansing the soul, clearing the mind
Am I just being scared of what I find
Start from scratch just wait and see
One thing is certain I’ll only be me
But I’m int’rested in this poetry lark
Won’t be a stroll in the park
Not having faith could hold me back
Lack of posh words hope I stay on track
A gesture & a chat is my inspiration
I’ve not written for a generation
The pub’s expensive
That makes me pensive
But I don’t need a drink
To make me think
Costs fuck all to make a rhyme
Liking poetry’s not a crime
Dulwich Poet- 5th January 2013
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