I WAS TALKING. miserable b*****d.

I WAS TALKING. miserable b*****d.

A Poem by yorkie

I was talking the other day
that makes a change for me
normally I'm a miserable b*****d.

what was I talking  about
well that's the funny thing
seems I don't really know.

perhaps something or nothing
so at least I have it half right
you see I can remember nothing at all.

funny I don't know who I talked to
wonder if I talked to myself
I know I lost the argument
can you lose one against yourself ?

seems I did yep-must have done
cant even win an argument
bloody hell not even now.

standing here arguing at myself
I must seem mad to some
that's why in  a miserable old b*****d now.

© 2026 yorkie


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Added on January 6, 2026
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yorkie
yorkie

west yorks, yorkshire, United Kingdom



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a proud Yorkshire man. strong in the arm and thick in the head so there saying goes. just a bit of a hobby writing some poor poetry that comes from life and what i see. more..