Ant Smith

All poems

You're unbelievable

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got
Got to get off, executive drugs
I’ve been wholly credit crunched
I can’t keep up with, the magic dust.

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got
Every morning, I make love
You may think I’m a cupid stunt
But I worn my knob, to a twelve inch stump

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got
A barrel of beer just isn’t enough
I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got
Every day I plot to kill my boss
I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got

Tell the truth my teachers preached
And life will treat you, “Oh, so sweet”
Never heard such amazing tosh
So I veneer my life with a sheen of gloss

Little, inconsequential me
You might call them worthless lies
I call them my,
Disguise