Ant Smith

All poems

Is it such a crime

I'm A little twisted next to anybody else
I'm A little itchy when I'm all by myself
I'm A little needy in needy little ways
I'm A little greedy in seedy little waves

Nobody is perfect
Let me hear you say
"I'd rather be a nobody
Than a fucking saint"

I'm A little bad, I sometimes misbehave
I'm A little good at digging little graves
I'm A little scarred from burying mistakes
I'm A little large to be carried by my mates

Nobody is perfect
Let me hear you say
"I'd rather be a vagabond
Than a fucking saint"

I'm A little creepy when I play the game
I'm A little sleepy when I call your name
I'm A little blasted most of the time
I'm A little bastard to that love of mine

Nobody is perfect
Let me hear you say
"I'd rather be a hoary goat
Than a fucking saint"

I'm A little blasted most of the time
I'm A little bastard to that love of mine
I'm A little bastard to that love of mine
I'm A little bastard
Is it such a crime?