Swagger – Written Thursday 2nd January 2020 (Aged 44)

Swagger

the swagger does not suit you
cocky arrogance
does not quite work
intellectual bombs
never quite explode
there was a life before this
with far more brutal roads
maybe now,
you feel the bronze tan
and it makes you the man
maybe foreign holidays
are paradise in the sand
the strut of the cockerel
is a walk that never suits you
the tiger tongued political view
never seems that true
you should remember the past
and all those that helped you
when your life was a social stutter
those people who pulled you up
and out the gutter
the swagger does not suit you




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James Garratt –