I haven't written a poem for ages
What a fucking delight
Can't beat a bit of rhyming
To go & make my night.
It's something that I enjoy
A little thing I do
My own private bit of therapy
Where I share my point of view.
I've got no proper qualifications
Nothing fancy like English Lit
Just poetry as a hobby
And writing down a bit.
It took me quite a while
To realise a poet's what I am
If what I read out's not for you
I really don't give a damn.
Just because I'm not educated
Or sound all middle class
Doesn't make me any less of a poet
You're talking out of your arse.
Poetry's for us all
Even those Council Estate bred
The thought that we don't belong
We've got to get out of our head.
Don't dare turn up your nose
Because I swear out loud
I can still say that you're a cunt
And be fucking proud!
I couldn't tell you what I write
No idea of poetry form
It's all just loads of words to me
Whatever rules are the norm.
You might even say that I cheat
When I use a dictionary of rhyme
When you've got a limited vocabulary
Is that such a crime?
I can't do my poetry fluffy
All daffodils and walking in a field
We can still do our own poetry
Even if we're not well heeled.
Time to get used to us
We're working class and we swear
If you tut and disapprove
Do you think I fucking care?
We're the voices of the terrace
The boys from the Council Estate
We're your worst fucking nightmare
The poets you cunts all hate!
Dulwich Poet 8th June 2019
( I'm a working class poet, & I sometimes get the feeling that poets like me are looked down on...)
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