November 14th

Abandoned, bereft and left for dead

Unwanted, unloved and feeling unread

Disowned disestablished and with disregard

Balance offset and caught off guard

Failing at being a lyricist

Book remains unfinished

I’ve stuttered and stopped with bad timing

Left strapped with obvious rhyming

Packed in, packed up and gone to bed

Like I’m in the Cool Running’s bobsled

I’ve collapsed and let down all defences

Left with only bad film references

I’m Daniel Son getting kicked in the shin

And limping out, before the win

I’m Maverick hanging from a noose

Hoping to join his dead friend goose

I’m the Goonies being shot in their bellies

After being caught be the bad Fratellis

But wait that’s not how those films end

I’ve still got some disbelief to suspend

I’m back in the ring after some rest

I’m flying again with the ‘best of the best’

I’m escaping from One eyed Willies cave

I’m sucking it up and being brave

I’m getting back my talent to rhyme

I’m picking up my sled and crossing the line