We used to be fast flowing back then, The corridor was awash with kids. Our walls rippled with their thoughts. Our stairwell streamed imagination, Among the roar of their depth,
A very silly grime battle-rap that I wrote for a show called 'Dead poets' - www.deadpoetry.co.uk . The boardgames were all suggested by people who emailed me.
I wrote this following a rather harrowing lecture from the AQA exams officer on how to correctly interpret poetry. I'm writing to the students I believe he wants to create.
Knowing him from work He was the pale, serious one. Gary. Bland, A management skull In grey wafer suit. The champion Of protocol, A self brainwashed recruit. A silky tie, a buggy eye,