Guernsey Poets

The troubled rock star pours out his heart, How he’s suffered for his art The unwilling victim of every tart Who set eyes on having a pa...

Famous?  I guess I have been, to a degree And could be more so, except that I’m low key On social media, I don’t strive for a million f...

Billy can’t sing no more He’s got nothing left to say He broke the strings on his guitar Before he threw it away He’s tired of living in...