A happy lot, us Sad Bastards.
We raise our glasses
Kick some asses
Laugh, tell rude jokes
Give the fire a poke
And throw on another log.
We talk of locks
And untimely clocks
And stocks and shares
And dual-purpose chairs
Play the organ, sing and giggle
Until 3 in the morning
When mutually yawning
We tuck ourselves into bed.
A happy lot
Us Sad Bastards.
Nothing much to say about this one except that self defilement and reverse snobbery dont go down well together anyway it doesnt matter any more.Cheers! ! Here's to the Sad Bastards...Is that one or two of them? Sid x.
Helen's wrong I do know that you work for a living...also how hard you work and how much you put into your career.Sad Bastards are the ones who havenot given up on the finer things in life. Sid.
The last thing you are. When do you write 'The Glorious Goddess' Club'? However, I loved this. The simple things in life......better to be happy in oneself and doing what might appear little than swanning around in a limo to hoighty-toighy restaurants etc, methinks. Only recognised that one lately! :) t x
I love this poem. (shhhh- think I might be an anonymous member of it myself?)
Hi Fran Speaking in my capacity as the Chairman, do you think you should be giving away our secrets? . Thoroughly enjoyed. Steve
Sounds like the words of a group of carefree, self-funded retirees messing about on a boat, perhaps? Such delightful irony in your title - and English through and through Your wit is most infectious Fran. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Don't know many 'SAD' bastards Fran...only poor bastards.. Sid x.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad but not a legitimate description.Depende on who perceives the situation.Nice write as always Fran.My how you've come on in your writing.Hope to see more of the good stuff. Sid x.