Poem of the Day:

The Hard Goodbye.

Post-Coitus,
Whilst drinking coffee,
After Meals,
There at every big night out.
My companion of 9 years,
How could I give you up?
Especially at the pub,
There you always are
In my right hand,
Pint in my left,
What would I do with my hands if I didn't have you?
I get bored of pockets after 10 minutes.
Maybe I need a girl,
To hold hands with,
To kiss,
Instead of spending time with you, l'il miss
Feminine Nicotine death.
As much as I love you,
You've been expensive,
You've been abusive.
As much as I love you,
Girls don't give you lung cancer.
You do and that's why I'm going to have to leave you.

Tim'05

Choonage: Billie Holiday - I'll Be Seeing You