poetry
Title: Five haikus
Author: C T L Smith
'Broke. No cash for booze.'
The very thought petrifies.
Pass me the remote.

Friday night. Within
One hour I'm arseholed. You're my
Best mate. I love you.

Grass can make you feel
High. Grass can make you feel high.
Grass can make you feel.

Here's to Gorbachev!
Tit couldn't run a country
But his scalp's funny.

Peace of mind: it's rare.
Hold my breath underwater:
I like the quiet.

 

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