Andy Brookes Poems
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I'm Only Human
I work my fingers to the bone,
And I know I shouldn't moan.
Not get upset about my work,
If criticised by some jerk.
It's sad to say, my skin is thin,
Tough exterior, soft within.
I try so not to let it hurt,
When hit by a poem expert.
I know I have a lot to learn,
But cruel remarks, they just burn.
And you know I have no fear,
Of ever becoming like Shakespeare.
I write just whims, airy fancies,
Which people stab with their lances.
With their thrusts they put me down,
Making me feel like a clown.
But be it good or be it ...
Twiddling thumbs, electric hums, like pigeons we scrabble for crumbs,
Black Friday hoards rushing for goods, the store are like modern Robin Hoods,
But instead of taking from the rich and giving to the poor
They are the client and we are the whore
They plant in us an avid need, based not on necessity but on greed