Poems

Poems

Couldn't talk sense into my friends during covid. Wrote them poems instead. 2020, everyone had an opinion, mine wasn't landing with my friends — far as they were concerned, I was the crazy one. So I stopped arguing. That same year the whole group turned 40, so instead of more arguments I made two of them poems — heat-transfer vinyl on heavy paper, A4, mixed fonts, lyrics written for them specifically, nobody else. Came with a book by Bob de Wit on the side. I doubt either of them read it. Wouldn't be surprised if both ended up in the bin. All good — I tried.