Ant Smith

All poems

Deserving

I hope your optic nerves are cute
behind those cruel cold eyes
I hope you've got some lovely bones
Beneath that battered skin
I hope that when your tits decay
You stun me with your tight rib cage
I hope there is some calm beneath
Your look of twisted rage

I hope your opalescent home
Comes with a family room
I hope your dear old father would
Polish your silver spoon
I hope your lovely kids don't
Disappear in the dark
I hope you never have to
Cry when others laugh

I hope your life is charmed
Like a life was meant to be
I hope your death is fast
And goes down in history
I hope your not denied
The things you could achieve
I hope you get to taste
Everything denied to me