Real Doesn'T Break-You Do!

Poem By Glenn Bagshaw

Let's be bare skinned and skip the poem in this.
Let's talk straight out, and spit straight-that's our aim.
Who speaks of life as 'sublime, divine bliss? '
Live hard. Live short. Don't live to take the blame.
For every day the household is just war.
We go to work and leave a trail of blood.
And every day the boss man's word is 'more! '
While at our end our epitaph is 'THUD.'
But why complain? That's just the way things are.
Our days won't change and don't you even try!
The best of life is drowning at the bar.
And those who tell you different-hell, they lie!
The truth's not rain. It'd bang to bits the roof.
To know, feel now- steel-boots are keen to hoof.

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