Thursday, July 28, 2005

The bright side.

Things are so bad
I am reduced to scraping
The outside of the barrel.

And yet I do not dispair.
In the yard there are many
worse off than myself. (well, four:

A one eyed-rat
A three-legged cat
A corpse and the lavatory door.)

uit: The State Of Poetry van Roger McGough

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