Ben John Smith

the poem man

Sat down
late at night and
wrote two poems

They were both
shit

Drank a
whole bottle
out-of-date
port and
punched myself
in the side of the head

Until I
felt sick
and vomited
on the sofa

Wrote this poem
and went to bed

Woke up
and nothing had
changed

Nothing ever really does

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