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 ...
So I'm standing at the Pearly gates, yeah I know strange huh but this is my dream so butt out,
As I was saying there I was outside Heaven and there's this dude in an Armani suit the works and he's playing on a an i-Pad, he smiles
'With you in minute.' he says and carries on.
Well heaven, well I assume its heaven, is clouded over, unseeable, unknowable you know the kinda shit,
'God damn.' the man says there a short rumble of thunder
'Sorry God.' says the dude.Candy Crush.' He says by way