Bottom Feeder

A poem from February 2017

It was the best of times

It was the worst of times

I'm kidding

It's always the worst of times

That's why I keep coming back for more

Cannibal

Carnivore

Prodigal sun

Stargazing

Roving eye

Bury myself in mire and clay

Waiting for you to pop by

Oh I'm never so humble

Self devouring

Death has a stingray

Hey hey!

I was ungrateful

I had it all

I wanted more

Je m’aime

I was to blame

Au revoir, Pa

Sucker

Now I suck

Blew the lot

Wild living

Booze

Parties

The high life low life

Vodka

Women

Raves

I whine

I'm broke

A bad bloke

Stay away if you care what's good for you

I can't get a proper job

I stand for hours on end dressed as a fish

Holding a sign for a fish and chip shop

Pointing the way for people who aren't interested

Handing out leaflets to chumps who'll throw them in the bin

Humiliating!

“Oh, son! Come home

Come home!

I miss you!

I'm waiting!

I'll forgive

I'll restore

I'll heal

I'll cure

I'd give it all again

And more”