I'm writing this on a coach
Sort of as a test
If you want to look over my shoulder & read it
Go on...be my guest.
I know nothing at all about you
For all I know you're a half-decent chap
But I know you're a nosey fucker
To peek at my poetry crap.
I turn to look toward you
And you glance sharply ahead
Are you pretending not to be nosey
Or is it being caught that you dread?
So go on ..be a good boy
And go back to that headphones contraption on your head
Best not to piss me off son
In case I start to see red.
Dulwich Poet 30th October 2015
(I wrote this on the long coach journey home, from Amsterdam to London. The bloke next to me kept on looking at what I was writing. So when I finished the poem I was doing..I decided to wind him up, and scribbled this one down...)
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