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F*cking Grief
The town seems somnolescent in dawn light;
You wonder if the sun will ever rise;
You’ve danced the hours away and, now, the sight
Of grey streets feels anonymous; devise
A new step you can use to taunt the boys,
Who want to flirt with you; but they don’t know
Exactly how to prolong all the joys
That they would share with you; you let them go
And wend your slow way homeward, so before
The moon goes down, you can quietly appear
And twirl your frock and show just how your corps
De ballet from your childhood helped you steer
A pathway between flirting and a creep
Who’d give you fucking grief, when you want sleep.
You wonder if the sun will ever rise;
You’ve danced the hours away and, now, the sight
Of grey streets feels anonymous; devise
A new step you can use to taunt the boys,
Who want to flirt with you; but they don’t know
Exactly how to prolong all the joys
That they would share with you; you let them go
And wend your slow way homeward, so before
The moon goes down, you can quietly appear
And twirl your frock and show just how your corps
De ballet from your childhood helped you steer
A pathway between flirting and a creep
Who’d give you fucking grief, when you want sleep.
Published 6th Apr 2016
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