Knackered - those pricks in the flat next door they
Banged the wall a few times, probably drunk
And crashing into bed last night. Was way
Close to dropping off but repeated thunks
And thuds and bangs disturbed my goal to sink
Into a deep sleep. Awake half the night
Listening to the radio - made me think
About poetry - most of it is shite
By common consent. Only old stuff's quite
Liked, known or understood, like oldsters pay
Only to watch an orchestra that clunks
And scrapes its way thru aged classics. Blight
Of tiredness notwithstanding, a great play
On guitar tonight - played like a mad monk!
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