Booksie Guy, I Spit In Your Eye

Bookie guy I spit in your eye!

What have I done you might cry!

Well I will tell you shall I?

I was wrapped up within

Being miserable as sin

Alone, letting nobody in

Then this isolation did end

With a story I penned

But no place send

It was Booksie I stumble on

This home of wine woman and song

Hold on that sound wrong

This place I did discover

This depository like no other

Where my thoughts find honour

Now I am up morn, noon and night

Driven to read and write

Now that can’t be right!

So thank you Booksie Guy

My aspirations sky high

Words continually fly

Addicted to verse

And stories unearthed

Souls decline reversed

Warmth I have found

New friends all around

Quietly they confound

So why do I not grin

Get out your violin

 I CAN NO LONGER SLEEP IN!

That is why

Mr Booksie Guy

I spit in your eye!