Hey special person
This poem is for you.
I've not met you yet
But when I do
Your name and mine
Will be inextricably linked
Because I'll be in prison
And you'll be extinct.
I'm tired and I'm cold,
Hit rock bottom in life
Trying to scrape a living
For the kids and the wife.
I'll knock on your door
Sometime today
And you'll decide
You want to play.
You let me get so far
Through my script,
A not quite sneer
Hovering round your lips.
Then you'll just laugh and
Start to close the door
And that's when I'll decide
I can't take any more.
