Disgrace

I am a disgrace, human race.

I smoke, no joke.

I swear, I don’t care.

At least I’m there.

I drink, I think.

I don’t swear all the time.

Pardon my crime.

I owe money.

Its not funny.

Apart from that I’m right as rain.

No pain, no gain.

Am I in distress, a mess?

More or less.

My future is anybody’s guess.

No one knows I exist.

Except the girls I kissed.

And sometimes missed.

Are you on the list?

I do exist.

In Irish mist.

Tich Ennis

2nd February, 2017

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