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WRITER

I am a writer waiting for his break

on the dole again with little money

from the government, who I voted for back in 97,

they don’t mean nothing to me now.

What can I do? Swallow my pride

and do my low skilled job on national

minimum wage and be one of the grey people?

I don’t want much, just to write for a living

and use my writing spark to keep the wolf

from my door. My pride is low now, my talent

not recognised by my enemies in power.

So for them I don’t care and do this poem,

go to the grave for my cause.

Usual Goth poet seeking work,

take a chance if you dare.

I have and gave up my job to follow my dream.

So many people have let me down, lied to me

and broken my trust. I’ve gone as far as I can now

but I don’t care, I say fuck you all

and do my poems.