I'm Just

I'm just a mere poetaster with words i like to play
I try to bend and twist them in every different way
To rhyme it is so easy cat always rhymes with rat
And brown it is the colour of the limeburner's hat.

And what is life one wonders are we just born to die
And the promised life hereafter is that another lie
Told by religious zealots who spread fear by word control
The Earth will claim the body but what about the soul?

The poor old homeless fellow walks the street with long bedraggled hair
He hasn't washed or shaved for years but the World does not care
He is on the road to nowhere though like him we'll die one day
Yet from the face of poverty we look the other way.

The sparrows and the starlings by the park bench squabble for a crust of bread
By their need for survival their instincts are always led
And what applies in Nature to us too must apply
Like my most often used words are me, myself and i.

I'm just a mere poetaster just that and nothing more
And here am I repeating what I've often said before
And life goes on around me and from the gum nearby
The fluting of the magpie one only can enjoy.