It’s a worrier
no wonder I can’t sleep.
Do we stay out or
do we go in with ‘boots on the ground?’
‘this won’t affect the pound in your pocket’
that’s torn it,
the hawks will have orgasms, but
no win, no fee or should that be
no win, no free?
It’s a puzzle of a poser,
dispose of the lies,
we could with an open pair of eyes
in my infancy I fancy
there’s always a chance we
© 2015, John Smallshaw.