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The Bait of Battered Love
This morning sunlight filled my cluttered flat--
I woke embittered by my sleep cut short
And hid myself back in my duvet fort
To breathe new life into my cushioned slat.
No, I have never loved in all these years
No mum, no dad, no Laura to adore--
No pearled shell that washed in on my shore.
Oh tragic fate, I wear the crown of Lear.
But what’s that headached pounding on my door?
I stir from sheets still warm with stifled sleep.
Upon my porch I find, to my chagrin,
Some fish and chips left waiting on the floor.
I’m hooked and reeled from dreary waters deep:
The bait of battered love with salt and skin.