Saturday, December 12, 2020

Once Upon A Time by Ian Lewis Copestick

Once upon a time ;
I had a 28 inch waist
I could fuck all night without a break
I could work all day, and didn't ache
No problem was more than I could take

Now ;
I'm a fucked up grumpy old man
I need a cig, and a sit down whenever I can
As for sex, you'd have to show me a plan
Everything is more than I can stand

Give me back some energy
Let's make love tenderly
Give me some objectivity
Help me enjoy being me

Ian Lewis Copestick is a 48 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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