Georgie Boy Poem by Antony Glaser

Georgie Boy

I haven't any motives to bind me
I'm on a greasy pole
unable to encounter the top
Conscience is for somber occasions

A dream is a foolscap page
Yesterday was a brown envelope day
Waiting for Mr Goodbar
My conversations have run dry
I lost my credentials
Now we are stubbornly erstwhile

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