DOING THE DYING THINGA Poem by Phil Roberts
Coughing like a cold start
Wheezing like a bag Spitting through the back door Have another f*g Doing the dying thing Filling up an ash-tray Feeding a fat face Drinking cans of lager Getting in a state Doing the dying thing Reading s****y papers Tits and bingo cards Have another lager Another pound of lard Doing the dying thing Sitting watching game shows Rattling paper bags Looking bored and farting How the sofa sags Doing the dying thing Working for a b*****d For very little pay Yes boss and no boss For eight hours a day Doing the dying thing Safely empty headed Dull of thought and eye Ignorant and vacant There are many ways to die Doing the dying thing By Phil Roberts © 2016 Phil Roberts |
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Fly the plane
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Added on October 22, 2016 Last Updated on October 22, 2016 AuthorPhil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..Writing
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