when i wrote this i was tinkering on the piano, hoping to write a song, i dont think i managed it, but i think the poem is amusing at least


to have or have not, to wonder wot we really got,
if you weight up everything, you either got nothing, or you got alot.

i have a house, but i haven't got a home,
a house aint a home, not when your there alone,
i have a couple drinks, i havent got the sense to stop,
have to keep drinking, untill the last drop,
i have a job, i havent got a future,
be workin same place till i die, of that im sure,
i have selfrespect, i havent self control
i have life, but its taken its toll,
i have a talent, i havent got skill
i have a new piano, but i aint paid the bill.
i have lots of ideas, i havent got the cash
i have my pay packet, but that gone in a flash
i havent got a car, i havent got 42 inch plasma,
i havent got a large bank balance, but i have got asthma,
i have a pool table, and i have a sore back after carrying it up the stair,
i have a selection of hats and bandanas,and luckily .. i still have hair,
i have an x-box, and a PS2,
and a bunch of games, second hand, not new,
but really.. wot difrence does it make,
its just more junk for a burglar to take,
i could have a ferrari, and i could have a castle..
but that not happyness, that just hassle,
i have a desire,for a life much better,
and a women to share it with me, if only i'd let her.
i have a brain, i have a heart, i have an empty bed,
i have space in my life for happyness,but that something i already said,
imortallity would be hell on earth, a life time of lonelyness,
why has my life turned out such a mess?
we supposed to learn from mistakes, and strive for greater things,
and the opera aint supposed to be over till the fat lady sings
so why do i feel like it over ,finished with, done and dusted,..gone?,
fuck knows, but at least it makes a song!.... guitar solo!!!!!!!