End Of My Career Poem by smee steve

…I am annoying the neighbours
I’m singing songs from the end of my career
Songs I have not yet written
Unwritten squiggles of quavers and semibreves
Tunes that don’t exist – not even in my head
On paper that is not propped on a piano I have never owned
With a pencil that has not ever been sharpened
A collection of the nothingness that hasn’t even oozed from my being
And I am singing them badly
I am singing them out of tune
My imagination is endless
Next door she can she can hear it with her hearing aid
It is terribly sensitive
She listens for Soviet submarines
She hears my frustration and listens to my anger
It is none of her business but she knows all about me
She listens to my heart-break - she hears my weeping and my wailing
She is a gentle woman but short and overweight
Her husband is a dullard and he drives a silver car
When the sun shines he drowns his garden with a hose-pipe

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