Ant Smith

All poems

Pariah

You wouldn’t want to see me, on your TV
You wouldn’t want to see me, upon your street
You wouldn’t want to see me, with the lads
You wouldn’t want to see me, TWOC-ing a jag
You wouldn’t want to see me, serving dinners
You wouldn’t want to see me, marry your sister
You wouldn’t want to see me, in your mirror
You wouldn’t want to see me, preaching to sinners
You wouldn’t want to see me, when I’m mad
You wouldn’t want to see me, in a porno mag
You wouldn’t want to see me, take it
You wouldn’t want to see me, naked

You probably want to see me,
Pushing up daisies