The girl has got a new belief
now she's turned over an old leaf.
She'd had a belief that gave her grief;
had too much faith in a thief
who said he'd change his every way.
He's changed hers it is just fair to say !
I gave the girl my number
though I knew she wouldn't ring,
and so I did not await her.
Now let me tell you something...
She had got my phone number
no hope of a future wedding-ring.
Mankind is one big family?
Then it is dysfunctional,
and black-sheep of the family
try to blind us with their wool.
Don't have time to be creative?
Perhaps creative you just are not
if you cannot create the time
to think, to plot and to down jot.
As a poet I am prolific
but let me be specific:
I might-well be wordy
while also otherworldly.
And yet don't dreamy we
seek out a new reality?