I will survive

a poem by Leif Phillips, Australia - poetry writer, author, poet

In the beginning I was sad
morose I could not believe
without you here
I think I forgot how to breathe
yet soon I got to considering
all the ways you stitched me up
I got sold a pup
so I just brewed another cup
but now you're back
from down the street
you've got that look upon your face
it looks like boiled meat
I should have moved out of your mums
I should have hidden all the booze
I should have seen some of the warnings
when your face was on the news
so on your bike
push off quick
if I hear another one of your stories
I'm pretty sure that I'll be sick
weren't you the scarperer
aint you the one who stole me stash
Id have you taken care of
if I could raise the cash
Oh no not I
I will survive
as long as I can touch my toes
I know that there are five
I've got a memory like a sieve
and I've got nowhere to live
but I'll survive
I will survive
some way.

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