Blood And Tears - Poem by Alexander Downie
You want to be a violin player but a cello is more your style,
an LA lady with a heart lost in France, turning heads with just a smile.
You want to dance flamenco but you rock too much to care,
kick off stilettos on a beach, turn it up and get sand in your hair.
You want to paint le chef-d'œuvre but your soul is too Andy to take fifteen,
chiselling out beauty, while smoking Gauloise and sipping too much caffeine.
You want to be a Hollywood dream when you walk out your kitchen door,
damn that, life is blood and tears, mixed with wooden shavings on a concrete floor.
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