Substance Or Style

It’s been snowing really hard today
and it’s covered the black ice.
The roads and pavements are fucking
if you were thinking of going out, think twice.

The thing that really pisses me off,
that really makes my blood boil.
I got a pair of beautiful trainers for Xmas,
and I haven’t been able to wear them at all.

I’ve been wearing my Dad’s wellies,
they’ve helped keep me upright.
They keep my feet warm and toasty,
but they look like fucking shite.

I used to be a Mod, you see
and looking good was everything.
I’m a lot safer in my wellies,
but seeing them is sickening.

It’s a sure sign I’m getting older,
trading substance for style.
I can’t wait to put on my new trainers,
and a massive fucking smile.

Ian Lewis Copestick is a 48 year old writer from Stoke on Trent EnglandHe’s had over 300 poems and stories published in over 20 e-zines.His debut collection of poetry ” The Detritus Of The Drunken Night ” was published in 2019 by Cajun Mutt Press.In 2020 he was nominated for the Pushcart Prize.

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