Pot-Valiant

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And one pickled liver later

It’s a good job

That I didn’t stop

Or I’d never have put pen to paper


Drinking

I fear
I’ve had
one too
many
tonight

Perhaps
now isn’t
the time
my story
to write

(Originally Posted 18.10.2019)

Master Of None

I wouldn’t worry too much

He said

Not everything can be a hit

I’m still amazed that anything I write

She said

Doesn’t always turn out this shit


Old Hat

You’ve
been
on my
mind
today

More
than
any
other
time

If only
it had
inspired
something
epic

Rather
than this
fucking
awful
rhyme

(Originally Posted 21.08.2020)

Imposter Syndrome

Seventy three thousand words now

And I haven’t improved very much

It’s a good job those who read me

Aren’t ones too quick to judge


You’re Too Kind

Thirty
six
thousand
words

And
each
one of
them
shite

But now
I’ve
passed
one
thousand
followers

I
must
be doing
something
right

(Originally Posted 27.05.2020)

‘Jealous Guy’

Some
days
I am
acutely
aware

That
you
have
much
more
fun
than
me

I
suppose
it’s
not
that
hard
to
believe

Given
my
penchant
for
misery

Sylvia’s Sister

Maybe I’ll drink until I’m sick

Maybe I’ll dance like a prick

Maybe I’ll smoke ten to the dozen

Maybe I’ll put my head in the oven

Either way one thing is true

It’s got fuck all to do with you

That Time Of Year

Maybe
it’s
because
I can’t
be there

Or
perhaps
it’s
more
I just
don’t
care

For
now
that my
confidence
has
grown

I’ll
spend my
birthday
home
alone

A Kind Man

A kind man once said to me

You can be anything you want to be

But it’s hard to believe that you could matter

In amongst all this chatter

A kind man once said to me

You can do anything you want to do

But it’s hard to believe that could be true

When you live your life as I do

A kind man once said to me

You can say whatever you want

But it’s hard to believe you could speak that way

When you’ve never felt that it’s okay

A kind man once said to me

You are capable of more than you think

But it’s hard to believe you could make that link

As your heart, once more, begins to sink

Wounded

They
say
you
shouldn’t
write
when
drunk

But
what
else
will
help
deal
with
this
funk?

At
least
beer
allows
me to
release
that
valve

And my
heart,
somewhere
along
the
line,
to
salve

Sink Or Swim

When
change
is
thrust
upon you

It
really
makes
you
wonder

Can I
make
it to
pastures
new

Or
will I
just fail
and go
under?

Temple Bar

The hordes gather outside your hotel window.

Laughing,

Joking,

Having fun.

You wish you had the guts to be more like them.

Prettier,

Funnier,

More confident.

Instead you’re sitting in here alone with the curtains drawn.

With nothing but your ‘I Hate People’ badge for company.

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