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Piri, this poem everything in it that makes it an exceptional piece of writing.     

A goose that is getting its neck strangled.     

I call them guys on talkback Heknows. good one EB     

Easybeat 4 days in and you're doing brilliant.  Your an inspiration.     

Cheers thank you Jan. I’m glad to hear that some of the words I’m emptying out of my wheelbarrow are good.
I’ve just recently read about Arthur Stace aka Mr Eternity a humble cleaner who could barely write. He became famous for using one word “Eternity”  in a copper script chalked on hard surfaces around Sydney to get his message across. In 2001 the Sydney City Council Trademarked his Eternity” script in order to protect it from indiscriminate commercial use. Arthur life has been written about in a  book. It got me thinking maybe all it takes sometimes is one good word to get a story or message across. I recommend people check out the Arthur Stace story. People such as the famous street artist Banksy have used Arthur script “Eternity” in their works. A short tv thing about Arthur attached.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1EMAdvqbkkE     

Jim with a slightly different tempo and phrasing I could imagine George Thorogood doing a real good job of your song. You're a talented songwriter.     

Thank you Piri and Jim, for your feedback. I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to put that poem up on chordie at first as I have this thought that maybe I’m over supplying chordie with my poems.  I thought by at least by posting this poem on chordie it will be available for anyone who might be interested in my poems in the future rather than disappear altogether by not being shared in a public way. Up until now it had only been sent out to a couple of people by email in the hope that it might entertain them rather than bore them. I have had a look at contributing some of my poems to some poetry sites but none of them appealed to me.  I guess I'm overthinking it and, in the end maybe my perceptions can lead me in the wrong direction. While I'm ranting on about words here is another poem I wrote on words.

Perception

Some say the room is empty.

Even when there is only one person happy in thought.

Some say that person is lonely.

Others say that person is happy alone.

A person who sleeps most of the day even though they have had a shower and breakfast every morning.

If they stay in bed most the day some say their bedridden.

If they get up early have breakfast and a shower.

Then get on a chair and sleep most the day.

What do they call that chair-ridden.

Someone enjoying a book on a couch.

Some say they are feeding their mind.

Others call them couch potatoes.

Some feel lonely in a crowd and yet happy at home on their own.

To each their own.

Today a person called a Hermit is often considered antisocial.

In days of old becoming a Hermit was considered a legitimate pathway to salvation.

Many hermits came to be regarded as saints.

Beware of perceptions that a word can paint.     

Thank you Piri for affirming that the odd odd song can work at times. I read that Dick Francis wrote, "some are born weird, some achieve it, others have weirdness thrust upon them. "

Cheers Piri and Jan, I enjoyed reading your comments and for some strange reason that song "Grandad." by Clive Dunn popped into my head.     

One of my favourites from when I was a kid was when my Nan would get us laughing by saying, "how many million times have I told you kids not to exaggerate". When the laughter died down after some of her comic turns, she would say, "I love it when you all laugh your faces off."     

I don't know what the answer is I would like to see more people post on here. In my short time of being part of chordie I have been very thankful for the generosity of spirit of those on here who have helped me navigate music and storytelling through helping me with words and lyrics and their knowledge of music.