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Dribbling

Dribbling

If someone continually gets knocked down
Eventually they will give up the ghost
If around every corner is more negativity
Which of us has lost the most?

Started to believe
More fool me
Be another page
In my sad history

Knock me back
I’m used to it
Should I care
Should I give a 

If you had me and lost me
How much did you lose?

I never dreamt this for you
But then, 
I never dreamt it for me,
Too

Never got beyond the opening gambits
The if's the that's
The why's and wherefore's
The dangled conversation
The fandangled expression
The ooh's the ah's
The more's the baa's
The ponderous the wonderful
The hip the snakey 
The half asleep
The wide awakey 
The shakers
The quakers
The jitterers
The poem makers
The right from wrongs
The singers the songs
The left from right
The right from not-so

You never understood
None of you
Never had a clue

Poem as
Cathartic expression
Class dismissed
End of lesson

I’ve told you a thousand times
Don’t exaggerate 
And if you’re not early
Don’t be late

Mind your p’s and q’s
Your x y z’s and your w’s
Let it flow
Let it grow
Mind what’s going on 
Down below
Every sperm is sacred
Monty Python taught us so

How long’s a rollercoaster
Compared to a sapling
If you think about
Why is money happening

Haven’t had this much fun
In years and years
Still wondering about sweetcorn
WTF? Ears, ears?

Just letting my mind
Cleanse itself
Nothing left
On the shelf
There’s an infinite number
Of poems to be written
If I call this one,
Will it be forgiven?
I’m here and now
Ducking and fighting
A paper bag
Doesn’t come when writing

There was an old poet called Neil
Who wrote something for the thrill
Everyone groaned 
Some even moaned
At poor Neil Neil orange peel

Don’t worry
I’ll get me coat 
Not wanted here
I won’t get the goat

There’s barely a day goes by
Without me trying to marry
Sigh with my
I wonder why
This butterfly
The poems cry
And if I’m high
Or do or die
I’ll fly
Aye
I’ll fly
Aye
For the end is nigh…

PS
There’s a reason for this coda
Nothing to do with odour
But I’m not going to tell you
Or give you a clue
The best poems are written
To make you think,
I think.

28.4.2022 9:06am

Copyright © Neil Johns | Year Posted 2022

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