I sit and wait for you to come
To the door
I sit and wait for letters to drop
Onto the floor
Some times you’re early
But you’re never late
I suspect you’re quite burly
By how you shove the gate
Giros, postcards
And bills
Letters, death threats
and thrills
Parcels,
Junkmail
Fingers
Squashed snails
Greetings
Cheques
Bleatings
Mail order keks1
None of it
For me.
Because this is not my house
You see
For I am the burglar
1 Keks = trousers
Like this:
Like Loading...
Related
Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine.
And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists.
