Good evening all. Today I thought I’d share with you a good bit of black country sarcasm. If you hadn’t noticed from my previous posts, sarcasm and dryness are something which I think I’m rather good at. So here it is. This poem was meant as a song, but it was too depressing for a tune. The tune it wanted to be was too upset to break through the octavian rhythm that whatever it was I thought about four years ago when I wrote it. I assume it was probably beer that caused that. it was uni. Or maybe exams, they were rubbish. The whole point of these words however, was that I was so uninspired that a title just wasn’t neccesary. So here is… “Untitled”. For anyone thats been to my house, its on my wall – if you’ve not noticed.
I’m really bored so gonna write,
A stupid song so full of sh*te,
That it may make my boring life,
Entertaining, for one night.
It’s gonna be a masterpiece,
To live on past when I’m deceased,
It’ll be the best song in the world,
A song everyone will have heard.
My lyrical genius will shine through,
To make you laugh ’til you go blue,
You’ll want to learn all of the words,
So you can impress all the birds.
But as I’m so bored I can’t write,
This work of art this very night,
My inspirations running dry
And I have something in my eye.
Sweet dreams, people.
Copyright © Matty Millard 2012