Ant Smith

All poems

What's your poison

What’s you poison, have you worked it out?
Do you drink too much
Do you twist and shout
Do you watch TV
Do you play about
Do you smoke the contents of the kitchen cupboard
Do you pray to god
Do you love your mother
Do you have a long lost forgotten brother
Did you marry yourself to a high class hooker
Did you escape in one way or another?

Lest we forget those that give, of their lives
So that we may look good naked
Do you secretly wish you were circumcised
Do you want to be arranged by the surgeon’s knives

What’s you poison, have you worked it out?
Do you eat only the crumbliest flakiest chocolate
Do you press one hundred and sixty nine pounds
Do you suffer Triskaidekaphobia
Do you spit or swallow often enough
Do you piss in a bucket
Do you play chess
Do you like it rough
Do you re-use plastic carrier bags
Did you see yourself upon the slab
Did you think that death would be the last

What’s you poison, have you worked it out?
Do you have yourself a nice little stash
Do you get erections when you take a slash
Do you read of peados and cruelly laugh
Do you fuck yourself with hammer shafts
Do you dream of blowing the Taliban away
Do you think I’m alright Jack, I’m okay
Do you think you’ve got, nothing to hide