Our past is like a derelict
With no locks on the door
Let's smash ourselves some windows
Build a fire on the floor
Let's drink ourselves some Buckfast
Then let's drink some more
Let's grind away our memories
Until our groins are sore.
Have sex in all the places
Where we had love before
Now that we are vagrants
With nothing else in store.
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Jabberwocky (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Buckfast is a cheap fortified wine favoured by down and outs in Glasgow
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Comments4
Good write with quite a message in it.
Thanks. I always find your comments encouraging.
Really moving - much enjoyed - thanks for posting it.
I'm very glad you enjoyed it, thanks so much for your comment.
Short but great. I'm not far from Glasgow...familiar with Buckfast and I've seen it's effects 🙈
Thanks. Yeah, it's a regional delicacy. Not as good as square sausage and mcghees rolls, but "roll and sausage" didn't feel right. 🙂
Lol
Very good. Loved these 4 lines t
"Let's grind al.........
...... we had love before"
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