A poem

Everyone has a story in them
you just have to get it out, oh Lord oh Lord
poetry is irrelevent, do something
useful, why don’t you!
if your lost go find yourself, Oh oh oh
divine energy fill me please…

Why wasn’t I gifted? I grifted, drifted shoplifted
my inspirations from many nations
many stations I chose to stay on the train
daydreaming, Oh lord
if you want to write, get a cat and grab a coffee
that’s all writers need!
get up to speed, slow down and try harder
take a day off, it will flow, if you let go
don’t lose sight of your goals, you’re too focused
my god these locusts!
they plague me, oh Lord send me a balm
my arm is itching…

If you buy these books they contain the pearls
that were his eyes, the lies
we tell ourselves, poets can make it real
they cannot be trusted, I would follow him
follow her, for the words, Oh Lord
is the water warm enough in heavens ponds
I am shy, I show off in crowds
quiet and then loud, sends me some harmony!
we all have a story in us….

Send me rain Lord, I am barren, dry and unfecund
my roots die, curling around the earth
at our birth is our death
first and final
breath.

Chris 2025