Wednesday, 25 February 2009

Poem (18th Feb. 2009)

Blood flushed cheeks and a drained Ego
That Pinprick of realisation waited
Until the coast was clear and then opened me up to the world
The best of evenings...
Misguided ideas, cultural delights,respect
And an oh so superior inferiority complex
left to set overnight and produce a new man
So where's the mould?

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