Ant Smith

All poems

Boom

I am doomed to spend my time
In a world that likes to rhyme
God with dog and tit with shit
And finger it with politic

I got no money
I got no fags
I got no booze
I got no stash
I got no food
I got no room
I got no choices
You would choose
BOOM

The winter's cold the summer shines
I freeze my balls I burn my eyes
I only feel what's left inside
And it don't feel like paradise

I'm caught inside this daily grind
Telling folk I'm feeling fine
But all around me decompose
Streets and brickwork even clothes

I've got an elemental laugh
I've got a girl and that ain't bad
And yet another year now looms
Unless tomorrow the world goes
BOOM

I got no money
I got no fags
I got no booze
I got no stash
I got no food
I got no room
But I take no shit
For no shit excuse
BOOM