A poem by Beryl McGuinness
There’s a hole in my soul
That can’t be filled
Empty words and broken trusts have left me less than thrilled
Don’t try and play another angle, I have seen them all
Be a man, don’t be a dick, I know each and every dirty trick
What don’t you get when I say that I don’t want to play,
I can’t be nice and hang around to make your day
You are on your own, set adrift, I just don’t give a shit
A humanoid, no emotion and numb a bit
Been knocked around and made to feel inferior
But a light’s gone off in this one’s interior
I deserve the best and will not rest till I find an equal
I can be on my own but not alone, and happier.
Feel free to turn it into a country song!
REFLECTIONS OF A SWAMPER 