Touché; The Current Rate Of Exchange For A Pound Of Flesh Poem by Ted Sheridan

I am at a lost as to why that little sh*t head
whose life is worth less than the current exchange rate
for a weakened English Pound, would refer to me,
a very sober and conservative man, as a drug addict and a drunk;
implying that I have nothing else to do with my time.
Albeit I have always had a soft spot in my heart
for the down trodden who have obtained what I see
as such a highly desirable status.

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