Can't get enough of the yellow stuff?
I sympathise, I really do. Once upon a time
I'd nosh through six or seven bowls
before breakfast, just to calm the shakes
in my spoon hand.
Soon it was a pot in the lift,
a pot when I was supposed to be taking a shit -
we've all got our crazy stories,
don't feel ashamed. In therapy groups
they're kind of like currency
you can spend on kudos, rhetorical authority,
I used to spend mine on more custard,
to my shame.
Thursday, 26 November 2009
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