they did not agree
that I was soft
who am I to argue
they’ve rummaged around in my loft
they have ploughed my field
and harvested my crop
they seem almost angry
as if my very being
leaves them slightly frustrated
like my school reports
hardly elated
they look at me
with almost too well trod views
they’ve pitched up in my mews
they have made editorial decisions
and read my news
James Garratt – Thursday 23rd May 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 