Life ain't nothing to write about
You stare at me as if
I've grown a head or two
You say poetry is such a joy
Why don't I write one too?
Life ain't nothing to write about
You showed me how to start
Write a middle and an end
You say that it should flow
But that rule can be bent
So…
I've listened to your words
And your advice I heed
But my time can be used
To do things that I need.
The children need their food
I have to clean the house
So sorry brother Richard
But life's nothing to write about.