Thursday 7 January 2010

OLDER, POORER, SOBERER.

I wish I was ten years younger:
I’d be at her
Like a
Ratter.
I wish it was just simple hunger,
But I’m aching
For her
Naked.

I wish I was seven days richer:
I’d be paying
For her
Staying.
I wish I was less of an itcher,
But I’m scratching
For some
Action.

I wish I was three sheets to the wind:
I’d be sailing
Without
Failure.
I wish it was nearly the end,
But she’s gone
And the night’s
Just begun.

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