Do me a favour:
Don’t you ever say goodbye
When you never said hello
Don’t make out like you’re gonna cry
I’m glad to go
Do not pout and ask “what’s next?”
Mind your fucking manners
It’s up to me how I earn my cheque
With a pen or with a spanner
I am fucking poet, alright?
I write fucking poems
I do not need your roadmap
I know exactly where I’m going
Another shitty pointless job
To keep the bailiffs from my door
I was raised by a single mum
I’m used to being poor
Born and bred in council flats
I’ve lived life on the dole
I’d do anything for a couple quid
I’d sell my fucking soul
I’d suck dick for about £30
I’d eat pussy for loose change
My mum wrote in my baby book
“He was born to entertain”
Spare me all your shit advice
I’ve got a masterplan
I’m your leftie, softie, friendly neighbourhood
Working class renaissance man
Spare me all your shit advice
Your fanfare and boisterous drum
Crawl back in the woodwork
Send the merrymakers home
I am a fucking poet, alright?
I write fucking poems
I do not need your roadmap
I know exactly where I’m going
I am a fucking poet, alright?
Not a layabout
I have written villanelles
I can figure this shit out
