A poem

I don’t want to be a reply guy

I’ll try, to defy, the urge

to reply, to proffer pointless facts

with no grace nor tact,

I don’t want to be a reply guy,

since I got replied to

I saw, what a colossal bore I’ve been

sticking in my oar,

I will try not to be that guy, so it’s

just confessional poetry

for me, but as far as the eye can see

the men lining up

to let us know, music was better then

they used a pen, as for that car

I think you’ll find it was a 53

not the 54 which had wider doors…

I don’t want to be that guy

any more

Chris