When I Consider...
(With a nod to John Milton’s On His
Blindness, 1608-1674)
by Ray Fuller
When I consider
how my cash is spent
E’re half the week, in these hard
times, not cheap,
And that five quid which I’d vowed I’d
keep,
Blown on the horses, though myself was
sent
To buy therewith some ciggies and present
Them to my love; lest she returning shout
‘Where are my fags you shameful,
worthless lout!’
And beat me up; with patience to prevent
This outcome I reply, ‘You do not
need
Either your fags or your own pipe. Who
best
Live a long life, they breathe clean air;
their state
Is healthy. Thousands who do crave the
weed
Must queue for months for surgery,
without rest:
They all deserve to have to stand and
wait’. |
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