Obscurity Knocks

Always at the foot

Of the photograph

That's me there

Snug as a thug

In a mugshot pose

A foul mouthed rogue

Owner of this corner

And not much more

Still these days

I'm better placed

To get my just rewards

I'll pound out a tune

And very soon

I'll have too much to say

And a dead stupid name

Though I ought to be learning

I feel like a veteran

Of 'Oh, I like your poetry

But I hate your poems'

Calendars crumble

I'm knee deep in numbers

I've turned twenty one, I've twist

I'm bust and wrong again

Rubbing shoulders

With the sheets till two

Looking at my watch

And I'm half past caring

In the lap of luxury

It comes to mind

Is this headboard hard?

Am I a lap behind?

But to face doom

In a sock stenched room

All by myself

Is the kind of fate

I never contemplate

Lots of people would cry

Though none spring to mind

Though I ought to be learning

I feel like a veteran

Of 'Oh, I like your poetry

But I hate your poems'

Calendars crumble

I'm knee deep in numbers

I've turned twenty one, I've twist

I'm bust and wrong again

Know what it's like

To sigh at the sight

Of the first quarter of life?

Ever stopped to think

And found out

Nothing was there?

They laugh to see such fun

I'm playing blind man's bluff

All by myself

And they're chanting

A line from a nursery rhyme

'Ba ba bleary eyes

Have you any idea?"

Years of learning

I must be a veteran

Of 'Oh, I like your poetry

But I hate your poems'

And the calendar's cluttered

With days that are numbered

I've turned twenty one, I've twist

I'm bust and wrong again

Ought to be learning, twist

I'm bust and wrong again

Feel like a veteran, twist

I'm bust and wrong again

Calendar's cluttered

With days that are numbered

And I know what it's like

To sigh at the sight

Of the first quarter of life