Having written more than 30 poems/raps that I consider decent, I remain reluctant to stick too much footage online as the live performance is always a large part of my sets.
Still, just because I love so many of you, I thought I’d share a poem called ‘Jobsworth’ about being stuck in a place where you’re not really content – be it logistically, in terms of employment or even the people you surround yourself with.
PS: Please excuse the Crabbies sunglasses, it was for an audition and I’ve snipped the intro off to get straight into the meat of the poem.
Love and lyrics,
