I'm in With a Shout....

I’m in With a Shout…..

I want to be a writer
but my heads not right,
a poets the best I’ll ever be.
I’ve always been a fighter
but this is out of sight,
shit, what in hells wrong with me

To hear the screen hiss
or the keyboard’s tap,
is something I’d miss,
also pages as they flip n flap.

No good, time for a nap.

Wish I could meet the creator of thought,
I think they’ve got a piece of my mind.
Do you think they’ve ever been sought,
bet no ones tried cause they’re hard to find.

Even as I dream, I still think,
can’t sleep it’s no good.
Next doors dogs kicking up a stink,
poor animals just wanting food.

Buses passing on the dual,
wonder if bus drivers worry.
Used to think driving was cool,
now the whole worlds in a hurry.

Ok, back at the keyboard,
try to get something written.
In my head words are stored,
that girl across the way she’s
truly smitten.

Love, a love poem try that,
never was much good at feeling.
She could be a sullen spoiled brat,
her boyfriend a crook always dealing.

It’s working I can feel it this time,
I’m going to write about romance.
Thinks back I’m even thinking in rhyme,
poet, poetry? oh shit I’ll take a chance.

Right here I go, first shot at poetic verse,
silence, all of a sudden it’s gone quiet.
Scribble some words perhaps rehearse,
come on get to work you’ve got to try it.

Perseverance lots of that what’s needed,
just toughen up get your head in gear.
If only those words of advice I’d heeded,
perhaps I’d write clear story words here.

But here I am trying to write another,
shit, can’t write either discipline now.
Mother of christ why do I bother,
sat still as a statue sweat on my brow.

I should give up can’t pretend anymore,
never understood what the fuss was about.
Written words on a page, there just to bore,
better to gather them up go outside, shout.