I have been sat in the waiting room since august,
just like an abandoned dog,
waiting for someone to download me,
but nobody has oh my god,
I was put together like Frankenstein,
mapped out like google earth,
I’m good to go with red wine,
I am not as bad as afterbirth,
waiting and crying all alone,
waiting for one reader to spy me,
like a lost lover on the phone,
why does no one buy me,
my poet my creator,
may be a little wet behind the ears,
but come on someone,buy me at least one,
it costs less than a couple of beers,
so we sit and hope,
that someone will be game for a laugh,
because the next chapter awaits,
that will be one hell of a blood birth.
with affection Darren!
Darren Hobson Poet 