Petite Moi

Je suis fatigue

Je suis petite

MOI

MOI

MOI

Je sais

Le Grande Illusion

Je suis fatigue

Petite moi

Petite moi

Petite moi

Moi?

Pity moi?

Pity me?

No man is an island

Je suis fatigue

Shopping aisles

Church aisles

Flat pack IKEA

Islands

And shopping malls full of lost souls

The dispossessed carriers of anonymous sperm

donors

Petite moi?

(le grande femme......I have struggled with Obesity for years...it clouds my thoughts.....I weep subcutaneous glycerol tears that's a 'figure' of speech in the photograph where we are a smiling absent family.

Pity moi?

Sod it my french is MAL

I'm done with Self PITY

In Santas Grotto the elf's motto was

Life's too short!

So i'll eat my pre packed greens

Erect my flat pack shelves

And carry a thousand digitalised friends

on my phone

No man is an Island but,

Sometimes he just vants ta be ALONE!

by mavis 'not so' lonely BINGLEY (of Wigan)

poem by Yvette Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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