Ant Smith

About 20 Line poems

Anonymous epitath

I will drink a little drink for you whenever you're not there
I will smoke a cigarette or two in this cold cold cold night air
I will try to think of you in kindly honest terms
But you were a big old bastard you bastard bleeding worm

I hear you shuffled of this coil and returned to mother earth
I hear the business you left undone is left undone in turn
I hear a little piece of me cry out from in your urn
He was a big old bastard a bastard bleeding worm

My enemies they leave their marks emblazoned on my chest
And as far as enemies can go you were my very best
My history diminishes me wars were lost not won
He was a big old bastard a bastard bleeding worm

I will drink a little drink for you now that you're not there
I will smoke a cigarette or two in this cold cold cold night air
I will try to think of you in kindly honest terms
But you were a big old bastard you bastard bleeding worm
Yes you were a big old bastard you bastard bleeding worm