No tunes to speak of

No tunes to speak of

A Poem by andrew mitchell

He should have
plucked strings
for a living
had he been given
a guitar
instead
he chased girls
in g strings.
And now
all he has
is a poor man’s supper
a few scars,
a hole in his pocket
and it’s back
to work Monday.

© 2024 andrew mitchell


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Added on January 8, 2024
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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