What do I do when there’s nothing to do?You see, it’s my job. You know I’m not youI bring out my pen and I think shit to write,I’ll never admit who is wrong and whose right.I’ve worked for, “The Man”, but at least I’m still here.I’ll write and I’ll eat and I’ll sit and drink…
What do I do when there’s nothing to do? You see, it’s my job. You know I’m not you I bring out my pen and I think shit to write, I’ll never admit who is wrong and whose right.
I’ve worked for, “The Man”, but at least I’m still here. I’ll write and I’ll eat and I’ll sit and drink beer, or maybe a Jack as I scan all I see. May not be for you, but it sure is for me.
Try foods from all walks as I slide from on my bed. Try talking to folk or just wave arms instead. I write in the language I’ve grown to adore. You see I’m too old to learn anything more.
But age is a concept I’ve come to resist. I spend most my evenings with rhyme and get pissed. So, ‘Bothers me not’, if I mumble my words You know all my poems are set free as my birds.
Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.
Dec247h 
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