i'm going off to write some poetry

here i go
and really off now
no more messing about
i know i have threatened it before
but this time
its the biz
no more pussyfooting
no more pencil tapping
no more PROcrastination
the poetry is beckoning
its 'calling my name'
so im off then am I?
thanks for the lift
thanks for the beer
thanks for the repetition
oops
got sidetracked then
i was just pointing out how i was going off to write some poetry
not like the other times at all
not even in the same bloody hemisphere
wish i wasnt
as what?
internal dialogue is probably not best placed
anyway
dunque
quindi
communque
allora
poi
that'd be stalling then
ive got one foot on the dooooorstep
fucking hurts
some bastard shouldnt have closed the dooooooor
could be a good po tapioca mind
im going off to write a po of po
nothing to do with great big fuck off rivers
not ones that cross an entire country
indubitably none that start in enormous alpi
that define an industrial heartland
or that would make a daft border
for a pretend country
that some twats want to invent
despite the fact that it would be cutting off so many good bits
not terrone at all
and that there are a zillion other more valid claims of statehood in the area
a couple of republics that lasted nearly a millenia
lega dei fucking stronzi
as i finally take my leave
to go off to write some poetry
instead of farnarkeling
and fucking about
or showing anybody else how to do it
it should be noted in the po of po about the po
that an english bloke and some other bloke
took a little boat and went from top to bottom
or from west to east
dublin cool
there you go
grandiose enuff for you?
i'm going off to write some poetry...