I Remember Her Chest - Poem by Steven Harris
All locked up inside
i don't remember the night before
maybe i should do the same again
maybe i can open the door
i remember i was shouting
shouting at a bird
and somebody pushed me over
and i fell over the curb.
Let me try and remember the rest
there might be more inside my head
wait a minute i remember her chest
thats right i was dragged out of the bar
and that damn ripped my vest
thats why i have a graze on my leg
and a bruise on my head
i tripped over the curb
after the big man with the jacket
chucked me out the door
and i fell straight to the floor.
Maybe i wont go out again
my phones ringing
'fancy a night out' the caller said
'of course' i said
'let me get out of bed'
Ouch my head.
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