Ant Smith

All poems

I will ruin you

Like champagne ruins rich kids
Like wasps can ruin picnics
Like kisses ruin lipstick
I will ruin you

Like Hollywood ruins novels
Like poets ruin bottles
Like brick walls ruin knuckles
I will ruin you

Like cancer ruins Christmas
Like telling ruins wishes
Like dead men ruin nooses
I will ruin you

Like gelding ruins stallions
Like bankers ruin millions
Like armies ruin civilians
I will ruin you

Like pissing ruins blow jobs
Like yewtree ruin heartthrobs
Like good men ruin their gods
I will ruin you