Playing with words 1
I like to think I play with words most days,
And words will do my bidding every time,
Words will do precisely what I ask them to
If only I am true , to them, to me and you.
Playing with words 2
I can’t think of a lonelier thing
Than a child who wants to play
When the object of his wanting
Walks the other way
Is it just the same with words?
When rejected, by them are you hurt?
Or do you shrug and soldier on,
With some other kind of work?
Is that it with accountants?
Once, did they want to be?
A poet or a lyricist,
But dumped unceremoniously,
They took up a thing where lyrical,
Is not to be admired,
But to be feared, fouled and fought against,
‘Cause it might get you fired.
When concrete is the king of kings,
And abstraction is a curse,
Where 2 plus 2 is four all day,
Not the last (but one) line of a verse.