Ant Smith

This Life

I don't like the me I would have been

I don't like the me I would have been

Could have been

That suited alpha

Male dog

Compensating with a car,

With a house

With a job

For that little boy

Was a little lost

To the cocaine crevice

Of a WAG's d├ęcolletage

Or the margaritas and

Souless Sangrias

On sunny beaches in

Lands that are too far

From the rolling hills

Of my home,

My shangri-la

I don't like the me I would have been

We're it not, for my queen

Loving that naughty,

Little

boy in me

This Life