No Idea Poem by Steven Harris

A little bit off kilter
a tiny bit lost
much less nothing
arms crossed
mind just spilling out jibber
mouth not moving
just using the pen to tell it all
don't have a clue whats happening
just all streaming out
i don't know when it will happening
i have no clue what will come out
it's little bit silly this is
just all abit strange
a few words from a madman
never going to get the last word
jumping down your throat like a frog
i'll stop now
i have drinking and fighting to do
but i'm drunk now
and i'm on the floor with a bloody nose
i've been given the knock out punch
theres a penny next to my head
it's time to get up and get even more drunk
why is that door closed and who are those people
it's time to stop now.