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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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Jobe Rubens

The thought of dead crispy bluebottles wrapped in some Rizla paper - yummy!!!

Sat, June 13th, 2020 12:53pm

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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.
All the best,
Craig.

Sat, June 13th, 2020 7:59am

hullabaloo22

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.

Mon, June 15th, 2020 12:07am

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