Fat Club

Fat club My tummy was hanging like a butcher’s apron My arse was saggy like an old bin bag My tits were touching my belly button And my chin was wobbling like an old, sad hag. So I decided to go to Fat Club. I walked through the door to be greeted by Ladies ofContinue reading “Fat Club”

5 a.m.

I live on a council estate where there is a lot of poverty. I love it here and the people inspire me to write social commentary poetry. Here’s a poem I wrote about my street. 5 a.m. The street is peaceful, Sleeping Dreaming of Collecting their benefits Buying a six pack of Carling Having aContinue reading “5 a.m.”