Great Expectations Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Hey baby! Don’t be mad!
Down! Sad! It’s not that bad!
Know I’m not much. Not born
incarnate. A great successful man.

But so what! But I’m the only one
you’ve got. And I’m about done!
So what! What about! What about!
We stop throwing insulting stones?

It’s definitely definitely time to atone!
It’s done it’s gone! So let it! Let it alone!
Why don’t you stop throwing these stones?
Why can’t you ever let it alone! Let it alone?

Let’s get on. Let’s get on. Get on. In style!
With something! Something new! Worthwhile!
Something we share! Something we both share!
Our own! Not Mr and Mrs Jones again to compare!


Copyright © Terence George Craddock