I am a bit embarasssed at all these Cat Poems. Here is a poem from 1993
still relevant today.
Cracked
I live in my little cracked house;
I am here for life.
The house is unsellable,
Nobody would lend money on it.
I filled up the cracks with Polyfilla,
But they came back.
I am here for life.
I live in my little cracked life;
I am idle, unemployed.
They keep on fixing hard drugs into me,
To keep me alive.
I once tried to swim out of it,
But they brought me back.
I am idle, unemployed.
I live in my little cracked dream;
I mimic the magician.
My poetry is redundant,
Though it earns me a pint.
I was to be one of the great ones,
But they said get back.
I mimic the magician.
I live out of my mind.
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