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I wake up slowly Realise I'm at the beach house The St. Tropez sunlight Bursting through the blinds A quick dip in the pool To wake myself up Then into my oak panelled Study/ Library With my Havana cigars And my 20 year old scotch To knock out another 5000 words of My latest bestseller As my 21 year old girlfriend Tries to tempt me With designer lingerie And brightly coloured Cocktails It's not a bad life                       BANG I wake up And look around At the grimy walls That really need painting The pile of ***** clothes At the side of the bed Roll myself a cigarette Think at least I've got £5 in my bank account That should get me A cheap bottle of wine And an even cheaper Frozen pizza I grab a pen and a pad I write down this poem It's not a bad life Who knows ? Tonight's dream Might be even better
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Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
It's Not A Bad Life
I wake up slowly Realise I'm at the beach house The St. Tropez sunlight Bursting through the blinds A quick dip in the pool To wake myself up Then into my oak panelled Study/ Library With my Havana cigars And my 20 year old scotch To knock out another 5000 words of My latest bestseller As my 21 year old girlfriend Tries to tempt me With designer lingerie And brightly coloured Cocktails It's not a bad life                       BANG I wake up And look around At the grimy walls That really need painting The pile of ***** clothes At the side of the bed Roll myself a cigarette Think at least I've got £5 in my bank account That should get me A cheap bottle of wine And an even cheaper Frozen pizza I grab a pen and a pad I write down this poem It's not a bad life Who knows ? Tonight's dream Might be even better
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45/M/Stoke On Trent
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
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