Sunday, 22 May 2011

My Guitar

'You have no guts' I say.
You laugh.
'I have more guts than you' you say,
And let the strumming of my fingers call a tune.
'You would say that' I say
'You who need another to live.'
'Don't lay me with your problems' you shout,
'Little feet dance to little tunes.'
'Ha!' I say,
'But I am playing you!'
'That's what you think human' you sneer,
'Now say that in a twelve bar!'

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