poem

different site every day scaffolding working adult now need pay
on the edge by felling and job every day on the edge downs a step away
needles and ink started in the loss of giving a fuck or the outcome
hiding in bottles and bongs when night comes armoured like the dark ages
tuned in tae every little noise four staffys two mastiffs and a broken boy
insanity was near but could it get tae me before the demons broke down
the questions asked as the man dies before he was a boy he had a choice
bleeds from ink sick in the kitchen sink nothing tae prove nothing tae gain

[my words lee smillie]

 

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