IT’S ALL YOURS BABY.

I’ve never found a finer designer shirt
You can 
Torch it 
Tear it 
Trade it 
It’s yours baby, it’s designer 
but not so suited on a welsh miner 
There’s no honor amongst thieves
 this is a theory I don’t believe 

I’ve never found such finer china
You can 
Bust it 
Break it
Bin it 
It’s yours baby, it’s the finest china
Not so suited for an American diner 
In a land desperate to achieve 
But famously known to deceive

I’ve Never found a finer eye liner 
You can
Smear it 
Smudge it
Sell it 
It’s yours baby, it’s the finest eye liner
Not so suited on a minor
Not at that age to conceive 
Or suffer still birth and grieve

Take it, 
It’s all yours baby.
Blank

SAM TAYLOR

Poetry

samtaylortv.wordpress.com



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