I Don't Wanna Be Nice

Introduction

Armed with "Ten Years In An Open Necked Shirt", I have stolen lines from the poems of John Cooper Clarke to weave this masterpiece. The platform has made it clear that I cannot write poetry (in their misinformed opinion), so I am taking the words of a real, recognised poet, The Bard Of Salford.

As usual, I am making it quite difficult by maintaining a syllable count and "ABAB" rhyming sequence in the four quatrains. I have had to slip some words in, and some may seem a little nonsensical but this is probably my most Plagiaristic Poem.

The concept is similar to Found Poetry.

I Don't Wanna Be Nice

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I’m Not Your Psychoanalyst,

You Know I’d Rather Talk To Mice.

I Don't Care, I Will Never Rust

Vacancies Exist Where It Is

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Sleep Is A Sneak Preview Of Death

Keith Joseph Smiles, A Baby Dies

Gave Me The Millimetre Tread

Fasten Your Seatbelts, Says A Voice

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Wanna Monster From Outer Space?

Around The Block, Against The Clock

The Section Of The Populace

A Garden Of Eden Syndrome

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I Was Walking Down Oxford Road

Henley Regatta On Page One

Screws Screaming In the Corridor

Bring Back The Rope For Everyone

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Concluding Addendum

This is the concept of Plagiaristic poetry