If I was asked to define me as a person/
I'd say imagine going down the motorway the wrong way reversing/
I'm like this for 24hrs with no rehearsing/
Even when the shows done and down come the curtains/
Even when the audience goes home and its silent/
my minds in the clouds so I'm sorta like a pilot/
I'm in between giving and taking just like a pirate/
cos every time I give they just take and I'm getting tired
I feel like telling my boss ''fuck it'' and getting fired!
I blame programmes on the telly just like the wire/
for giving me the dream of becoming a big supplier
of bars, that are the very definition of fire
I work long days and I write when I sleep/
Wake up in the morning and scribble a 16/
My autobiography scattered around my room/
If I die collect it up and paper mashay me a tomb/
Gusto@Nothingbuttalent.co.uk
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