5 September 2012


I had expectations
Slender ones
Faint and penny plain
Tuppence worth please
I'm counting costs
For my rainy days
I might never work again
My mechanism is worn
With repetitious strain
And I stand here waiting
For a bus in the sodding rain
The blunt edge of depression
Carves me slowly once again
Every nerve and sinew is taught
But I don’t really mind
I’m a perverse and twisted soul
Who eschews the light of day
and has just enough self control
To keep the wolf at bay

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