A Well Red Poem

I’m proposing a small intervention

To see if what I am thinking is right

Cause if I’m right in thinking

Your interest in me’s shrinking

It may well be gone by the night.

So I’m planning a small intervention

To just check you can still see me here

I might dance around

With my pants on my head

Or cover my body in beer.

I might sit in front of the telly,

Or put one extra sugar in your tea

So when you look up

In glucosed disgust

All you’ll see there is little old me.

I might send you six million postcards

With photos of me on the front

And on the back of each one write a story

Though that’s quite an extravagant stunt.

I might ask you outright to tell me or

To see if you’re quick to dismiss

Or I might write a small little poem

And post it on a blog

Just like this.