a plane guy
who doesn’t lie
frank enough
still shy
to myself little nigh
before misery
i don’t sigh
in problems
i don’t cry
my wet-wit doesn’t dry
bull-cock stories
i don’t fry
try is something
i alwayz try
before death
I can’t die
with brainy brain
power in thigh
cheap things
i don’t buy
believe in colour and not dye
to rules my rules
i do apply
soup to soul
i do supply
i can’t move
but play
in my pen
Ben does lie
little lazy
not so sly
sans wings
i can’t fly
i do nothing
by and by
someone i like
cap- a-pie
that is why
I am I
by Ben
“Ben is pursuing B.A ( Honours) from A.S Collage on the spur. I m personally not cut of or tailor made for poetry for, it is not when i will but when it will, so i have brash at it as a student to reflect my own wavelenghth by giving it vent in my way and personally aim to awe- inspire, and vamp on my writing skills along with all the students who want to be somewhere on the literary graph rather than striking my name to rolls and coins for i know there are enormous chink in my armour of pen,,, but pull punches to provide some crockering-genius.”
















