Hammered - (poetry monthly)
By Bee
Sat, 09 Apr 2016
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When you bashed me on the head that first time I bent where I was meant to go straight home. You hooked me with the teeth of your nutting head, roughly tugged me out, inspected my busted end in disgust; discarded me then hastily chose another better suited to the job. And there was me, drunkenly weeping at self-found faults. Bluntly speaking, I got hammered and sharply binned off. And I'm not a nail - in that regard, I failed. I would say I'm sorry, but apologies only tend to make you more cross.
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