'On My Way' by Simone Broome

Slumped, directionless in taxi,
Pissed too far to sit up straight,
On my way to godknowssomewhere
Trust the driver, hope and wait.

Let me buckshot my address book;
Let me trawl the men I know.
No, I can'twon't do the knowledge.
Is it dark where I must go?

If I text a do-you-love-me,
Someone out there will shout yes,
Play drunken games, excuses ready,
Find a new man by roulette.

© Simone Broome 2005

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