Wednesday, August 03, 2016

Glam Wrecker - Poetry by Freek

 Glam Wrecker

Everything's broken when you want it to be
Overlooking the sugar in your pocket
Playing a track from the 90s
You're a glam wrecker
Taken the wrong path

Paranoid at every noise
Walking in a straight line
Takes too long to get through the system
Today I can't multi task
Waiting in for a special parcel

Elevenses is a block of cheese
Support your local thespians
We all know the UK has dull days
It runs in the family
Genetics at its best

Playing the air guitar
Walk down the street in odd socks
I smile at a stranger with no return
Partial to a bit of dark chocolate
I double back and go to the shop

Author: Sam Freek

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