Phil Ward

Rookie - 30 Points (London)

Blowing My Mind - Poem by Phil Ward

Laying on a red seat,
Sliding off the world,
Flying off to paradise,
Heads all in a whirl.

No one’s going to know me,
They just don’t have a clue,
I’m on another planet,
While I’m inside of you.

What you going to call me,
How you going to know,
Where to post the letter,
Sow the flowers grow.

Customs men are calling,
They’ve found me out at last,
Get the cows together,
It’ll be a f***ing blast.

I’m going off to somewhere,
For four days five or six,
Don’t care about tomorrow,
Now where’s my bl**dy fix?

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 8, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 8, 2011

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