I am so tired
Of giving it all away.
Two sides to every story,
I will not bore thee
With the details;
They retail ten a penny
On a market stall.
Try to keep it real –
You have to believe
In yourself.
But there is something
Unreal about you,
Can’t you sense it?
Let’s just forget it.
He is so scared and sweaty,
But ready
To deal the goods;
And he will,
His record is good.
But I bet he
Feels misunderstood.
His patience is thin
And his limbs feel heavy.
He can’t remember what he wrote down
And the crowed
Are baying for blood.
So he stands,
Mike in hand;
Takes a few bars of the beat
Then it all comes back to him.
He has done this many times
Extemporise.
