Free Love
I was once so poor
I was reduced to smoking
Old dead flies off the floor.
They didn’t contain any
Nicotine, but filled my lungs
And were free of cost.
Now I’m so poor I dream of you
As I can’t afford a
Real love anymore
All hope of love is lost.
Submitted: June 13, 2020
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Surprisingly emotional, Craig. Nothing like the image of smoking dead flies!
Sat, June 13th, 2020 7:46pm
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I do have my moments of emotion, Hullabaloo22, despite my eternal cynicism. It's a guise and how I survive emotionally after ten years of solitude and loneliness. I have my cat, Tom Tom. Better than nothing.
You know what I mean,
All the best,
Craig.
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The thought of dead crispy bluebottles wrapped in some Rizla paper - yummy!!!
Sat, June 13th, 2020 12:53pmAuthor
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Yeah well, it is a metaphor for loss of love and poverty. Thanks for your kind response. I'm listening to The Smiths tonight. A Northern band who my daughter Stella loves. Things are going well for a change, despite the rain and death threats. She won't kill me, despite her hatred of me. I fell in love with a new woman called Misty tonight online. Things are looking up. I feel a change coming.
Sat, June 13th, 2020 7:59amAll the best,
Craig.