Auckland Poetry

My Boss’s are probably wondering why I don’t speak
How can I tell them it’s to do with my sleep?
I’m Popeye the sailor man
Sailing all day
Rolling with the high seas searching
How can I tell them it’s kind of neat?
Secretly dancing to a hidden riff
This boat sometimes drifts
Port, starboard, oh my God it’s this
How can I tell them it works for me?
I am going to get down on one knee
I sometimes wonder how that will be
Hey boss I took one of these
How can I tell them what I am?
They won’t ever believe
Make a scapegoat of me
Out the door is where I would be
How can I tell them it’s only little ole me.

Something happened to me when I heard the news the other day
This country has a serious social problem
What has become of our state?
All the drunken boxers and fighters, who hate,
Too much death and injury inflicted
Casualties animate
Our roads our schools our homes our workplaces
Come on NZ we are better than that
Why can’t we get on as if we were all mates?

There is no such thing as an ugly woman
Beautiful curvaceous of all types and sizes
Their walk and talk
Holds me to ransom
I yearn for one to hold my hand
Hunger cringes due to starvation
On goes life and still no salvation
Like the handshake
Between one life time and another
Our seed to pass on
I think its time for Game on
I will deliver under the spotlight
It should be good on the night
For your love it will be a sight
Finally I will make things right