Round Poem by Robert Sheridan

Inherently vulnerable
Wrung & possibly broken
Trying to keep it intact
Give your heart to no one
Wrap it carefully round
Avoid all sexual entanglements.

Lock it up in your heart’s casket
Dark, damp, & motionless
There it won’t be broken
It’ll soon become unbreakable
‘B’ girls will try to encircle it
Round the corner they wait.

Trying to draw you out with a new idea
Busy choosing up sides –
offering you the brass ring
Through constant, clever application
Round here, they’ll always be known
as ‘screw-the-boys’.

It’s like a ride in an amusement park to them
Because that’s how sick minds work
Sends you into a queasy motion
Like a carousel that never ends
Up and down, up and down
Round and round – very loud, not much fun.

‘2008’