Saturday 17 March 2012

Tiddle Drunken Poet

I'M A TIDDLE DRUNK POET
 
If I was a poet, I'd be poor and grumpy
If I was a stripper, I'd be artful yet lumpy
If I was a cleaner, I'd cherish my mop
If I was an MP, I'd take off my top
If I was a bull fighter, I'd quit, I'd be unable
If I were A SNOOKER PLAYER I'D GET ON THE TABLE
IF I had a job where I couldn't be me
I'd go mad, I'd run off and I'd live in a tree


Something I wrote a while ago when pondering the struggle that is creative industry living.
I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.....

 

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