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It’s a vocation

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Poem submitted by Simon McKeown

Hunger starts,

Always this time of the month.

Tenth, eleventh of this long month.

Life still goes –

Gotta get up in the morning,

Face the walk, with two pre-rolled.

Caffeine giving her jump

On the wet, flat, cold trip in.

(Midsummer – proper joy,

A time to meditate and feel the early sunrays,

Bright and warm.)

A few smiling faces

And, evens being odds,

I should be there with 15 still to spare.

With strong tea kick start,

Roll another.

Face hand-over in crowded box with door,

Trying to straighten out the mess-up, fuck-up.

And still hunger bites, and blights

What’s a good job done, at times.

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  • Don't give up the day job mate.

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