He peeled himself up off the couch, ready to wax lyrical once more
Before it all became too much
The previous night’s, morning’s, Jack Daniel’s acting as an almighty crutch
No such worry going on here, just needed to act the part, steer clear of heady over-achievers
A poem in his back-pocket, he’d start as soon as he was expected to start
A heavy bar, filled with a critical crowd atop conversations a mile wide
Not room to hide anymore
Take to the floor and show the world what you can do
Reel each and every one of them in
Even a few will suffice
That said, a book deal might be nice
Always dreaming of the big time whilst knocking a glass of wine – fishbowl-sized
Delighted for all intents and purposes
Prepared to usurp what’s magnificent