Backbone by Ian Lewis Copestick

I've

finally

discovered

some

backbone.

Some

spirit.

My

give a

shit machine

is

broken.

And

thank

fuck for

that.

I can feel

my strength

returning.

I'm sick

of self pity,

now I'm

getting

angry.

If the world

spits in my face,

and

pisses on

my shoes,

do I give up ?

Fuck no!

I come out

swinging.

I may get

battered, but

at least I've

gone down

fighting.

It's better to

die on your feet

than live on

your knees. 

Ian Lewis Copestick is a 49 year old writer (I prefer that term to poet ) from Stoke on Trent, England. I spend most of my life sitting,  thinking then sometimes writing. I have been published in Anti Heroin Chic, the Dope Fiend Daily, Outlaw Poetry, Synchronized Chaos, the Rye Whiskey Review, Medusa's Kitchen and Horror Sleaze Trash