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I am not a poet by Michael de Waal-Montgomery
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I am not a poet,
I am just a bum.
Drinking wine all day
and sleeping my fair share.
Half the time my head is empty,
But then half the time I'm unconscious.
I'd welcome you in and offer you a drink
If I wasn't replacing the rug on the floor.
Pathetic is probably the right word here,
I guess it's just as well I never had kids.
I don't have a clue where my life is going,
But then I'll be damned if I ever did.
Ask me why I'm the way I am
And I'll just start on the next bottle of red.
Toast a glass to the ghost of tomorrow,
Cos as far as I'm concerned it's already dead.
I'm not trying to say that I dislike my life,
Because in actual fact I have a lot of fun.
You see,
Like I said before:
I am not a poet,
I am just a bum.
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