Happiness don’t look good on me
Dressed in rags not fit to please
No tilted hats and shiny shoes
with a smile on my face, it looks misused
Got a look that people will see fit to refuse
And if a fight should find me
Sparks will erupt in violence you can’t defuse
And I’ll be locked up in Alcatraz by the bloody screws
And I’ll be playing the joker to amuse
So as not to have my arse black and blue
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 June
I stand against the current
Chiselled by the waves
Of storms gone by
Robust in my ability to pacify
The sky opening up
And I keep a weather eye
On all things corrupt
Lest they just pass me by
And zephyr says
She’s making a man out of me
Etching lines on my face like clay
“You’ll be the epitome of a man one day
All this in between? It’s just the price you pay”
© 2016 June
Standing from a crouch
As the wind tries to pull me down
My heart beating with fury
Ready for a shakedown
Seeking and fighting for glory
Trying to be the man I ought to be
© 2016 June
I’m not the best of men There is no hero Behind my eye sockets Unblinking to the aftermath Of human anguish Ready to take on the world Even if it hurts No. My body is just a derelict waiting room where a boy awaits Dressed in postman pat pj’s © 2016 April
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