Catharsis

Catharsis

I realised the whys
When t'editor got shirty
It's 'cos me poem rhymes
Now I feel dirty

Or perhaps t'is 'cos I swore
He would not let me know
P'raps I am a bore
Adding false strings to me bow

Seems that to get in the knowie
And not feel like a dick
Write cut-ups like Bowie
To impress sexy chick

Pick words from t'sky
And jumble them quick
Like everything else
A confidence trick

Catharsis II

T'int as if I shake me booty
But Poetry mags are too snooty
Is it 'cos I'm bloke not bird
Or is it 'cos they've never heard
Of me, it seems as if to get printed
Your style has to be dinted
Free verse and mangled prose is it
I just can't write that kind of shit