Monday, February 26, 2024

Smug (sonnet 26-02-24)

being with you is so great
it's like having a cheque for a million quid
right there in your back pocket

like, you get caught in a deluge
and someone says something mean about your hair
and you feel sad about it

but then you remember
you've got a cheque for a million quid
right there in your pocket

and the weight of the world
loosens into a shrug
and i think

what's a drop of bitter rain, eh?
what's a bit of twig and pebble?

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