Petite Moi
Je suis fatigue
Je suis petite
MOI
MOI
MOI
Je sais
Le Grande Illusion
Je suis fatigue
Petite moi
Petite moi
Petite moi
Moi?
Pity moi?
Pity me?
No man is an island
Je suis fatigue
Shopping aisles
Church aisles
Flat pack IKEA
Islands
And shopping malls full of lost souls
The dispossessed carriers of anonymous sperm
donors
Petite moi?
(le grande femme......I have struggled with Obesity for years...it clouds my thoughts.....I weep subcutaneous glycerol tears that's a 'figure' of speech in the photograph where we are a smiling absent family.
Pity moi?
Sod it my french is MAL
I'm done with Self PITY
In Santas Grotto the elf's motto was
Life's too short!
So i'll eat my pre packed greens
Erect my flat pack shelves
And carry a thousand digitalised friends
on my phone
No man is an Island but,
Sometimes he just vants ta be ALONE!
by mavis 'not so' lonely BINGLEY (of Wigan)
poem by Yvette Smith
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