Petes Poetry
Plenty
As this paper mountain accumulates.
It's turned into some sort of concentrate.
The hardness of diamond, the weight of gold.
There seems no end to the stories told.
So don't mind the mind in all its madness.
I don't try to cry in all my sadness.
I just dig these holes, through and through.
Fantasy, the curse of the untrue.
so see me fall, see me climb.
You can see in my eyes, it's all a state of mind.
So manic miner, where's the loot.
Look at my bank account, my symptoms acute.
And I pay everyday one way or another.
Learned behaviour, from a dysfunctional, father and mother.
Just one more push, can I borrow twenty?
The waste, the loss, Well that was plenty.
Peter Riddoch.
It's turned into some sort of concentrate.
The hardness of diamond, the weight of gold.
There seems no end to the stories told.
So don't mind the mind in all its madness.
I don't try to cry in all my sadness.
I just dig these holes, through and through.
Fantasy, the curse of the untrue.
so see me fall, see me climb.
You can see in my eyes, it's all a state of mind.
So manic miner, where's the loot.
Look at my bank account, my symptoms acute.
And I pay everyday one way or another.
Learned behaviour, from a dysfunctional, father and mother.
Just one more push, can I borrow twenty?
The waste, the loss, Well that was plenty.
Peter Riddoch.
