Ant Smith

All poems

Tuesday's blues day

Friends are a form of drug abuse
The more you take the more you lose
Why am I addicted to you?
Don't ask questions just make do

Life is unsustainable
It blooms and then decays
Why am I on this treadmill
When it doesn't go my way?

Sight is unbelievable
Visions drift and twist away
Why do I want those miracles
To claim that I've been saved?

Flight is unachievable
Gravity gets in my way
When fundamental forces act
I feel myself contract

Friends are a form of drug abuse
Just a dab will do
Friends are a form of drug abuse
Something to pull me through
Friends are a form of drug abuse
I need another pill
Friends are a form of drug abuse
If you kick me then I'll kick you