Don't be too hasty in showing me the door;
I know it feels as though I'm a bore.
So many times I've played out of tune,
but I've been practicing since June.
I have nothing to pay my house bills;
yelling from my landlord kills.
The last job I really tried;
in frozen Alaska I almost died.
Please, give me another chance,
I prove to you my musical grace.....
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
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