I am born again
I have sworn again
Pick the rose and miss the thorn again
Run around and fall again
Find myself at that same old wall again
Until I have to learn how to crawl again
And walk again
In this merry merry world
Merry merry go round and round again
Until I get dizzy and fall down again
More the merrier
Grow old and marry her
Less the scarier
More the warier
Until I open the bottle top again
Drink that whiskey hot again
The full bottle down, my friend
And then I am born again
YOU ARE READING
A boy in this f***ing world.
PoetryMy third album of poetry: tackling real life issues of love, mental health, heartbreak and being human. 6th June 2018. © 2018 Billy Waugh
