. Written for The Hailsham Festival 2020. At thirteen, Rupert thought he was the unhappiest boy in the world. He had no friends, his parents were far too busy being busy to even remember they had a son. Materially, he wanted for nothing. He had nice clothes, designer brands only. He had the latest technology, …
Tag: Prose
poem ’bout owt.
Sitting watching Tele With me dinner in me belly What a wasted life Just sat there with the wife Mixed emotions sit there fighting Cos I really should be writing But basically I’m lazy Not to mention slightly crazy So I sit there on me bum Thinking should I take an um breller in the …
