POET BY DAY, ACCOUNTANT BY NIGHT

I wake up in a bumble

As I tumble out of bed

Then I mumble as I fumble

With the jumble in my head

I get myself all decked out

In my finest dressing gown

Count the seconds til I check out

And step out and on the town

I long to chuck the toady odes

And feel myself take flight

Cos I’m a poet by day –

Accountant by night.

I work the nine-to-fives

Finding ballads really cumbersome

I really come alive

When I can get all hot and numbersome

Cos every working day

I’m bustin stanzas to the maximum

I’ll axe the work for play

Put on my slacks and do a tax return

I love to hit the office

And party til it’s light

Cos I’m a poet by day –

Accountant by night.

Some people call me ‘sell out’

With my super-sonnet skills

But I really want to yell out

I JUST RHYME TO PAY MY BILLS!

And at dusk I step out brusquely

And assume a new identity

I hang out in my suit

And be an absolute nonentity

I pack away my Byron

And I change my name to Dwight

Cos I’m a poet by day –

Accountant by night.

Now I’m thinking that the drinking

In the morning’s getting dull

And it may be wishful thinking

But it’s clinking in my skull:

Yes I’m pining for the time

When I can ditch the wretched rhyme

I’ve an itch to switch my pitch

And hit the finances full time

Yes the figures give me vigour
As they trigger and ignite
And make blatant all the latent force
That gives my life some bite

But for now I’ll nurse my verses

As I curse the need to write

Cos I’m a poet by day –

Accountant by night.

Yeah I’m a poet by day –

Accountant by night.