I've just turned 55 and it's time for a new beat!
I look at me,
Peering at trapped sea,
The little life below
Doesn't want to show,
Doesn't want to know,
So, so I walk to the pier
Where people disappear
In their fancy gear,
To be seen in the audience
Of worship and diligence,
In the matinee of glee
Between 2 o'clock and three,
Stalwarts all of variety,
But I'm on the outside
Looking at the ebb tide
And what I can't abide,
The incoming sea
Mocking me, shocking me,
Switching off my rock pool TV.
Chris Fernie, 2006
Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-10-29 at 21:17
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Beach Rap
Rock pool TV,I look at me,
Peering at trapped sea,
The little life below
Doesn't want to show,
Doesn't want to know,
So, so I walk to the pier
Where people disappear
In their fancy gear,
To be seen in the audience
Of worship and diligence,
In the matinee of glee
Between 2 o'clock and three,
Stalwarts all of variety,
But I'm on the outside
Looking at the ebb tide
And what I can't abide,
The incoming sea
Mocking me, shocking me,
Switching off my rock pool TV.
Chris Fernie, 2006
Poetry by Chris Fernie
Read 454 times
Written on 2006-10-29 at 21:17
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