Me loves poetry I do <br />It makes me heart turn into goo <br />Me missus lives wat I write <br />Especially the ones about <br />Me having a drunken fight. <br />When she’s in a bit of a mood <br />I write poems about her favourite food <br />Then she gets all lovey and happy <br />And we go out and by a nice chippy, <br />She says its your words <br />They made me feel so much better <br />Each and every special letter. <br />Me loves poetry I do <br />Im still hard and Ill break ya in two <br />But I need to eggspress myself <br />To keep me in good health <br />Cause I don’t wanna turn into a loony <br />And be having people laugh at me <br />So I write about love, and sex <br />And me big bulging pecks <br />And how me women loves to give head, <br />I write about the wars and nights out <br />and when she’s in a mood <br />I write one about how she screams and shouts. <br />I am the secret poet of the council block <br />I hide all me verse in my old football socks <br />One day I will sell them to a big publisher <br />Get rich, get drunk and float like a feather <br />Because I will be rich and high on words <br />And in me bed will be lots of fit blonde birds<br /><br />Harry ( Hardman) Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poetic-statement-from-a-high-rise-council-block-poet/
