Drunken stuporStruggling to make it up the path I fumble for my keys
Struggling to hold my kebab down I turn the key in the Lock
Struggling to open the door I begin to try and silence the alarm
Struggling to think ...... "Didn't I move from here last year?"
Struggling to remember "Oh crap - where do i live now?!!"
Struggling in my handcuffs I am arrested and taken to the station
Life is just one big struggle!
Poetry by English War Veteran aged 98
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Written on 2006-06-22 at 23:43
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