3/52 Poetry Collection



There was a girl last night

At the club

Outside in a smoke screen

Talking about her 20km walk for breast cancer

Short patterned skirt

Tight black singlet – all boobs

Fake Chanel bag, rummaging for fire within

She described the walk……

“Weather was a bitch,

I was hungover like a cunt”

I laughed at the time – drinks helped with that

But now

I can’t help but think

What would my grandma say

Had she have heard her?

The language of the free and easy.



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