All Lit Up - Poems
From Tobacconist’s Gossip Karl Powell
He stands with a roll-up in his hand
He sighs and says,
`Is this love?
Feeling jealous when I’m alone?
Accepting blame to stop the argument?
Being bored when I’m with friends?
If it is,
Well I don’t want it
If it is,
Well I don’t need it’.



