obscurity knocks

Always at the foot
Of the photograph
Thats me there
Snug as a thug
In a mugshot pose
A foul mouthed rogue
Owner of this corner
And not much more
Still these days
Im better placed
To get my just rewards
Ill pound out a tune
And very soon
Ill have too much to say
And a dead stupid name
Though I ought to be learning
I feel like a veteran
Of Oh, I like your poetry
But I hate your poems
Calendars crumble
Im knee deep in numbers
Ive turned twenty one, Ive twist
Im bust and wrong again
Rubbing shoulders
With the sheets till two
Looking at my watch
And Im half past caring
In the lap of luxury
It comes to mind
Is this headboard hard?
Am I a lap behind?
But to face doom
In a sock stenched room
All by myself
Is the kind of fate
I never contemplate
Lots of people would cry
Though none spring to mind
Though I ought to be learning
I feel like a veteran
Of Oh, I like your poetry
But I hate your poems
Calendars crumble
Im knee deep in numbers
Ive turned twenty one, Ive twist
Im bust and wrong again
Know what its like
To sigh at the sight
Of the first quarter of life?
Ever stopped to think
And found out
Nothing was there?
They laugh to see such fun
Im playing blind mans bluff
All by myself
And theyre chanting
A line from a nursery rhyme
Ba ba bleary eyes
Have you any idea?'
Years of learning
I must be a veteran
Of Oh, I like your poetry
But I hate your poems
And the calendars cluttered
With days that are numbered
Ive turned twenty one, Ive twist
Im bust and wrong again
Ought to be learning, twist
Im bust and wrong again
Feel like a veteran, twist
Im bust and wrong again
Calendars cluttered
With days that are numbered
And I know what its like
To sigh at the sight
Of the first quarter of life