Wednesday, November 20, 2024

Bad Decisions By Ian Lewis Copestick

 

As I sit here 

getting older 

and older.

Smoking joint after 

joint.

As I look back 

upon my life 

I see bad decision

after bad decision.

Leading me to 

addiction and ill

health.

But, I ask myself 

Would I have been 

happier being straight 

and clean.

Getting a good job 

earning good money ?

No, I don't think so, 

I'm happy now.

that's enough for me.






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.


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