17 October 2012
The runt of the pack His brothers all so successful But Joe is a poet Living a life far less stressful
They call him a waif Now they might just be sour Because whilst they're behind desks Joes out smelling flowers
They zig and he zags They work whilst he travels He writes about love Whilst their marriages unravel
The amount that Joe jests People think he's demented Joe never did fit in He never really blended
There's no shortage of fantasy In this chaps wonderful world He's friends with a magic Elf And a beautiful pixie girl
His imagination is a gift It's the car that drives his life It's because of his amazing mind That he met his beautiful wife
He met her at signing Of his new best selling book With her rambunctious fiery hair He fell deep with just one look
They stopped calling Joe a waif They now wax lyrical over their bro They laugh so hard you'd think their ribs would hurt They never did laugh before now though
You see they value people by their money And not by what's in their heart They will laugh whilst Joe is rich And Instead of a runt they'll call him smart
But they don't know what Joe knows The secret to this here life He lives a life that's true Whilst they live a life of lies
Nobody wants to be an accountant When they're young it's not a wish But Joe always wanted to write And it's through words that he's found his bliss
The Runt The Poet The Man • Opuss № I