Saturday, 26 November 2016

3753 - They don't know about us

A flippin' cold day but, spose, Christmassy
Achieved a lot early on, while still home
Comedy-wise, logged venues, Elvissy
Lyrics and chords noted, upwards goin'
Feeling confident now, despite those gnomes
Those talentless organisers, tin pot
Promoters, think they're businessmen, smart phones
But less smart brains, organisers, but not
Characters, no vision, except to plot
Some non-comedic route through comedy,
Parasites, sifting talent, mere drones
In service of the middle-class despots
Some have, and some have not, close family
Met my sister and niece, meal at Zizzi

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