The Web Poetry Corner - Neil Heron - I Used To Be A Builder
I Used To Be A Builder
by
Neil Heron
William Ding is my real name.You can call Bill.Hands on with over pricing,hands off the window sill.You cant find me on line,try the pub anytime around eleven.Plastered on vodka and red bull,with a bar maid I cant find.Plastered on the toilet wall,reading a get well measage I cannot read.Plastered every friday plastered when I wake.You can call me loaded with any drug I used to take,closing time cant see me go I am valued left inside,valued as a builder valued as a man valued as an artist one more drink? Ill let yoou decide.