I don't honestly recall writing this one. From where in my papers I found it (indubitably in my handwriting) I might have written it 2010-2013, the early part of which would fit with me being a complete brat and very cynical about education. I don't completely agree with it now, nor the crappy scansion, but it still amuses me.
Emblazon I my name across a wall
badly shaped letters, futility in paint,
like a dog marking, this so I stand tall
you turn your nose up at my tag, this taint.
Say "vandalism" then, or call it art,
I'll shrug and snigger, try to bum a smoke.
Why am I not at school? Oh please don't start
in troubles and my goon-bag both I'm soaked.
You far more nicely type your words on screen
graffiti with your musings cyperspace
we're both attention junkies, to be seen
you "fuck" and "damn" them for more bourgeois tastes.
Society gives you the higher rank
because it was at school you learned to wank.
YOU ARE READING
Sweeping Winds and Rainbow Beginnings
PoetryThese are a few of my poems. I would prefer to take my time and try to sort the better ones out from the rubbish so it might take me a while to collect. I hope you can stop by and enjoy a poem or several. In poetry (good or bad) we express something...
