January 27, 2016 at 10:09 am | Posted in Poem | 2 Comments
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A crushing victory.

Got the irrits and the shits.

Can’t abide nongs or nitwits.

Think I’ll shake myself to bits.


Put away the jolly pills.

Out of bed to pay the bills.

Hi! to Life! and all its ills.


Kick away my trusty props.

Down the slip and brave the chops.

Time to see if this plan flops.


Bell is ringing like a brain.

Fingers numb yet bruises pain.

Crazy not to be insane.


Cue the voices in my head.

Self esteem for them to shred.

With no dogs I’d long be dead.


Ditch the pies and hold the sauce.

Cut the crap and stay the course.

Cry and scream until you’re hoarse.


Had two coffees and a tea.

Diet tonic; plenty wee.

Think this Coke is bad for me …


Stick it in a bodgy poem.

Cast it as a bad genome.

Stuff the edit; almost home.


Fret us not the broken egg.

Life’s a deal; we can’t renege.

Up and go: don’t make me beg.






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  1. Wow. This is one of your best, and about the worst of things. Anxiety is a beast. I think many have to wrangle with it, often alone. So I applaud you for speaking your raw, raw truth. Maybe, for the anxiety, there’s power in naming it? I wish you well.

    • Hi, Ad. High praise for high anxiety. I’m so pleased you dug it. I tried naming my demons, but they just laughed. So now I craft poem hooks with which to ride them: Kind regards and thank you for coming along, P.

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