Dust in a snowstorm – Star Poem of the Month
I’m not askin’ for much
Only what’s free
I’ll be the cheapest prisoner
You have ever seen
All I’d like is air that’s clean
Can you see I’ve lost everything?
Even what was once free
Has been taken from me
I don’t make a fuss
So, I don’t get listened to
I’m just referred to as “who?”
It hurts cos its true
Out of sight out of mind
Am I that forgettable – invisible
As plain as monochrome
Like dust in a snowstorm
Please help me – please see me
I’ll wear a neon arrow
Paint myself orange tango
As bright as a disco flamingo
A change I will undergo
But NO
It doesn’t matter what I do
I’ll not get support
I’ve accepted I’m too simple
To deserve a listen
So, I’ll just stay hush
And not cause a fuss

Great poem.
Comedians may show the way
For recognition every day.
They need a catchy catch-phrase, right?
For showmanship most every night.
Just like that! I don’t beleeeve it!
Garlic bread?? Am I bovvered??
Nice to see you, to see you… nice!
So you yourself perhaps will say
“Right away, no worries chief!” each day,
“I sniff the air, I guess what’s there,”
Or other catch-phrase you’ll pre-prepare.
Soon you’ll be known, your catch-phrase caught,
You’ll soon be known as known you ought.