Just For You Poetry

I take injections for those who are scared
Keep stutters for those who have speech that's impaired
Make new hearing aids for those folk who are blind
Then throw away bacon to salvage the rind

I steal the froth off the working mans ale
and stuff it in cushions before it goes stale
I hang all my Christmas lights up on the floor
And open the door frame instead of the door

A life far less useless I've started to live
I rob from the poor and to rich folk I give
For I'm just a Dickhead . Indulgence I beg
I'm just off for lunch, and to boil a fried egg

Your poetry always makes me smile. Ahh, eggs. I wish I could eat one. I saw a picture of eggs right before I got online and there it is again in your poem - the egg. Too bad they don't like me. I'll be off to lunch myself now. I'll find something that isn't an egg.

The contradictions are so resounding that one can't help but smile and wonder...

It seems you are at times a **** **** Steven, just as well we love you anyway...lol