Alex Liberto

Rookie - 62 Points (Malta)

Sometimes I Wish I Were That Man Loitering In Lust With Broken Jaw - Poem by Alex Liberto

A man comes up to me
on Richmond bridge
shouting
'you're too up tight mate...
get a life! '

I have a life I think
,
and swerve
in style
with assurance in my stride.

He's young and drunk
and craves
to be
a bit of me.
Poor chap's a mess,
he's bound to banter
Razzmatazz.

He rants
at random passers-by
with fortune-cookie lies
and anger as his guide.

They too
like me
swerve
and smile
In deft disguise.

I stop,
up tight as always,
and fester for a while.

There I am,
Anal,
Hypocrite,
Jester
to their lies.

Up tight
he's right
and with a life
not mine.

Topic(s) of this poem: Social


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 15, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 4, 2014


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