I don’t consider myself, clever enough, skilled enough or lucky enough (As is the case with most autobiographers) for me to think people would want to read about me. The first line then maybe should read “If you are reading this, get a life”.
I would much sooner write about others, mostly bringing to light their stupidity.
I hope this works, I’ve been playing with opposites, comparing valued members of society and the maybe not so much. Maybe you can decide who should be worthy autobiographers. It has been a bit of a rush, probably needs a little polish. I listen to a lot of Bob Dylan, sometimes it’s the out takes and unpolished new songs that give an insight into his work. Or is that just an excuse?

OPPOSITES

I rowed across the ocean, then I came back again
I was nurse when they removed that tumour from your brain
I’m really good at golf it is a lovely game
I was the man that climbed the ladder and rescued you from the flame

I was a brilliant politician, did I tell the truth? I did not.
I am the policeman that helped stop that evil terrorist plot
Cricket was my game, I could hit a ball real far
I am the fireman that cut you from the smashed up wreck of a car

In the Olympics I won medals, some of silver some of gold
I’m the care worker in the home that cares for all the old
I’m a famous bank robber, of that I’m really proud
I am the passive protester that shouts your cause out loud

I am the maker of violent films, that teach your kids to kill
I am the one that grows your food, hand firmly on the till
I am the leader of a great nation that thinks war’s the only way
I work at a youth club that steers your kids from knives away

I’m a boxer I pulverise my opponents brain
I am the man in the sewer cleaning out the drain
I was really good at football, I bought myself a Rolls Royce car
I’m the one that loves you and tells you you’re a star

Once again apologies for WordPress editor, which seems so reluctant to allow me to set out my poems as I would like.

All words Meadowhead Bard.