With a big smile upon my winning face,
hope and joy in my escaping heart.
I wouldn’t give you either the finger
or a wave goodbye.
I would just gather more days and miles
away from the misery and rot
which you engineer around yourself,
chuckling, like a right old good ‘un, as I did so.
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
Published on May 05, 2015 09:33