Runaway Slave

The thoughts, they flood my mind
And answers that I sometimes find
Come easier when I can rewind

When I’m sitting down to relax
Taking the pressure off my back
Despite all that I owe in tax

I have myself a stiff drink
I do my best not to think
My slavery seems not to stink

But, then I will wake up sober
And realise the escape is over
And the bills ain’t getting lower…

Todays best new poem was written by Frank Grahm.

 

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