I am at a lost as to why that little sh*t head
whose life is worth less than the current exchange rate
for a weakened English Pound, would refer to me,
a very sober and conservative man, as a drug addict and a drunk;
implying that I have nothing else to do with my time.
Albeit I have always had a soft spot in my heart
for the down trodden who have obtained what I see
as such a highly desirable status.
2008 ©
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/touch-the-current-rate-of-exchange-for-a-pound-of-flesh/
