Friday, September 6, 2019

Five Thousand For A Poem by Ian Lewis Copestick


Last night I saw an advert
For a poetry contest
And it said the prize
Was cash, #5000.
Naturally I got excited,
Here was a chance to
Make some money
From my writing and
Serious money at that.
I was warming up my muse
Getting ready to
Pound the page.
Then I noticed
It was Nigerian currency
I checked it out on Google
And 5000 works out as
£11:50. That brought
Me back down to earth.
I know that it's not
About the money
But
Now I'm not quite
So excited.





Ian Lewis Copestick is a 46 year old writer (I prefer that term to poet ) from Stoke on Trent, England. I spend most of my life sitting,  thinking then sometimes writing. I have been published in Anti Heroin Chic, the Dope Fiend Daily, Outlaw Poetry, Synchronized Chaos, the Rye Whiskey Review, Medusa's Kitchen and Horror Sleaze Trash.

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