MrAngryLeg• Show poetry

I started life as an orphaned child. I travelled from place to place and let time pass me by. Then one fine Christmas morning I woke from my slumber. I saw the crisp snowless outside, realised Santa was a fake, and went into my parents room. I found out that I had been caught up in a dream which led me to believe that the first fifteen years of my life were spent without love, without care and without a family. I was confused.
My body fell to the floor. I couldn't control my actions. I felt lifeless and jelly-like. It had all been a lie! My one night of sleep had changed my whole life and I knew from that moment on that I was destined to be a poet.

I have decided to follow in the footsteps of my beloved friend and chum, Lord commander Thom, by writing a whole page of shizno garbage for you all to sypher through in order to know me better.

First of all, I would like to clear up any rumours about myself being an agressive kind of guy. Yes, I will admit to harbouring one rather angry leg. This does not, however, make me a raging bull of fury. I am a nice fellow ( apart from when that leg takes control, then bad, bad things start happening).

Secondly, there is nothing else to sort out, clear up or irradicate.
Thank you.

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After joing a circus in Berlin ( as a bearded lady - I'm a man!!!) I lost all respect for money, wealth, society and communism. Being part Russian communism is a way of life I easily embraced, but Fascism still has quite a firm grip on the German lifestyle and Political doings. I relaxed my firm beliefs in everything.
See, before I had a set way of life. Everything all planned out, I new what I was going to do. I lost everything. The circus was the only place I could turn. Pride prevented me from returning to the orphanage.
The circus looked after me well. I was loved, found a sense of belonging and life was good.
Shortly after our big-top burned down I was all alone again. Out of a job, out of a home.
I then returned to England. I settled down in the lovely region of Bogna Regis. This was my home for three years whilst I spent my working days as a baliff. Now repossesing other peoples belongings isn't always everybodies cup of tea, but for me it held a strange, rather sickening, sense of justice.
I am now a boner in the residence of Cornwall. Yes, a boner. I cut up cows in to packaging. I hope to join the Police soon. I hear the only qualification you need is life experience. mmmmmmmm...