A biographical poem
...Life is like a bottle of buckfast
Sticky sweet but in the end its harsh
Take too much gets you ed fast
LIfes not for the faint of heart heres my bars
I was born in the G town
2 teams that...
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Categories:
blackleg, growing up,
Form: Free verse
On the Picket
...The picket line’s a lonely place
With just two of you there
Fighting for a membership
That doesn’t seem to care.
Two members turned back;
Just two, no more.
Most of them slipped quietly in
Thr...
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Categories:
blackleg, betrayal, conflict, sorrow,
Form: Rhyme