Feel like a blind man
Lost in confusion and fear
I keep moving around
But no one comes near
I'm on foreign ground
And the rules are not clear
Won't somebody tell me
How to get the hell out of here?
Lost and found on the merry-go-round
For another year
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Disco Bob was on the job
But he left his work the dirty slob
To dance in discos
In San Francisco
Oh the life of disco Bob
He'd work too hard would disco bob
He treated life like it was corn on the cob
He had a lot to chew over
During the war with the snob
But he wouldn't mind he was always
Holding the door knob
On his way out to the disco
Oh disco Bob
Now I'm not saying his life was a sunbeam
Not saying it was a walk in the park
But surely you've got to have some dream
Unless you're forever to walk in the dark
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Teacher: Hi, how are you today?
Student said: I've just got back from a kidnap
Teacher: Oh dear, perhaps we shouldn't have this lesson
Student meant: I have just got up after a nap
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.