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'' I'm Bloody Dead ''
It started with a single thought,
I had to find some paper,
A ballpoint pen I then bought,
It was time to start my caper.
Would I write a serious book?
Or a comedy perhaps,
I wonder who would take a look,
I mustn't let time lapse.
The first few lines then took shape,
Suddenly no more would follow,
I was really in a scrape,
My mind was totally hollow.
This writing thing is really tough,
I need some inspiration,
I'll never say I've had enough,
They'll be proud of my creation.
As I looked around the world,
Suddenly my mind was free,
Time to get the flags unfurled,
The words I could now see.
A poem was to be my choice,
Interesting yet sublime,
Those who read it would rejoice,
I decided to make it rhyme.
I need the content to entice,
So my work no one will shun.
A verse a day would suffice,
Much easier said than done,
This is really total stress,
At last my work's complete,
Could this finally be success?
They're saying it's really neat.
The moral is you can't give in,
Though at times you'll be in tears,
In the end you always win,
Even after eighty years.
Quality art sells for millions,
Soon I'll be very rich,
Problem is to make those billions,
There has to he a hitch.
My fortune others did amass,
They realised my dream,
Now they're living off my brass,
It's enough to make you scream.
My entire works are now on show,
Critics say it's easily read,
Cash & compliments I must forego,
Why,
' I'm Bloody Dead '
I had to find some paper,
A ballpoint pen I then bought,
It was time to start my caper.
Would I write a serious book?
Or a comedy perhaps,
I wonder who would take a look,
I mustn't let time lapse.
The first few lines then took shape,
Suddenly no more would follow,
I was really in a scrape,
My mind was totally hollow.
This writing thing is really tough,
I need some inspiration,
I'll never say I've had enough,
They'll be proud of my creation.
As I looked around the world,
Suddenly my mind was free,
Time to get the flags unfurled,
The words I could now see.
A poem was to be my choice,
Interesting yet sublime,
Those who read it would rejoice,
I decided to make it rhyme.
I need the content to entice,
So my work no one will shun.
A verse a day would suffice,
Much easier said than done,
This is really total stress,
At last my work's complete,
Could this finally be success?
They're saying it's really neat.
The moral is you can't give in,
Though at times you'll be in tears,
In the end you always win,
Even after eighty years.
Quality art sells for millions,
Soon I'll be very rich,
Problem is to make those billions,
There has to he a hitch.
My fortune others did amass,
They realised my dream,
Now they're living off my brass,
It's enough to make you scream.
My entire works are now on show,
Critics say it's easily read,
Cash & compliments I must forego,
Why,
' I'm Bloody Dead '
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`` I`m Bloody Dead ``
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