Friday evening, staying in but it's fun
Popped to the cafe after work to write
Some Tony Bastard ideas, and I done
Four pages mate, old-fashioned pen in flight
On old-fashioned paper, makes me feel quite
Old-fashioned meself, but maybe I am
But nobody can tell me I ain't bright
My wit will prevail, bam, then again, bam
Knock out my many opponents like lambs
To the slaughter. Know it's not an even
Playing field, acting classes, cliques and shite
But I have to admit, althouigh I am
A good writer and thinker, still I done
Bad performances. Need to get it right...
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