Petes Poetry
The Average Bloke
Someone call a priest,
To tame this wild beast.
Someone pull a number,
Before we all go under.
Plot and plan our destiny,
Words said in jest you see.
Truer than true,
That's me and you.
Call it, see it, jest in wonder.
Rape, pillage, and plunder.
It's the liar, the thief, the mug.
Caught in a world of crime and drugs.
Pull up, pull out, pull another job.
Your moral, our image, yourself you rob.
So run me, looking though the eyes.
The game, the park, the player that tries.
It's all or nothing in the end.
The fine lines you cross, but pretend.
So call the clown, it's just a joke.
The end, the start, the average bloke.
Peter Riddoch.
To tame this wild beast.
Someone pull a number,
Before we all go under.
Plot and plan our destiny,
Words said in jest you see.
Truer than true,
That's me and you.
Call it, see it, jest in wonder.
Rape, pillage, and plunder.
It's the liar, the thief, the mug.
Caught in a world of crime and drugs.
Pull up, pull out, pull another job.
Your moral, our image, yourself you rob.
So run me, looking though the eyes.
The game, the park, the player that tries.
It's all or nothing in the end.
The fine lines you cross, but pretend.
So call the clown, it's just a joke.
The end, the start, the average bloke.
Peter Riddoch.
