I once was the main cynosure
Of eccentrics who write and endure
both mockery and fame
when one mentions their name
But lately I’ve found my own cure.
Elusive I move through lightwaves
Pellucid till I’m in the grave.
Never abscond
From where you belong
With Plato stuck in a dark cave.
Perambulate, if you desire.
People are flesh,not barbed wire.
Walk up and down
Around London town
Wear a T shirt saying.I’m not for hire.
Do you like eyes pellucid and blue?
Complexions of a peach and cream hue?
Well be less demanding
In your search never ending
For women are particular too
How my heart sings 