
Say, i know you,
or at least i think i do.
You're the one who's always on time,
or should i say, always lags five minutes behind.
You seem to be quite a sophisticated chap,
sorry, i meant to say a simple and dreary type.
I hear you were quite the stud, back in your day,
but now it seems you just smell like dry clay.
How is it you can live out our days,
when people keep saying thing like this, to you everyday.
About the Creator
George Hall
I'm a freelance creative writer from Australia, who likes to write about all sorts of different and unique things. I have a soft spot for spy and disguises related stories as well as fantasy fiction, I'm also a massive music fan.




Comments (1)
Great poem π