Harvest

they did not agree
that I was soft
who am I to argue
they’ve rummaged around in my loft
they have ploughed my field
and harvested my crop
they seem almost angry
as if my very being
leaves them slightly frustrated 
like my school reports 
hardly elated 
they look at me 
with almost too well trod views
they’ve pitched up in my mews
they have made editorial decisions 
and read my news




James Garratt – Thursday 23rd May 2008

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