Broken in the middle

There it was mid air
Tried to catch it with my toe
But my toe pulled out,
Smashed another glass.

I got the kitchen roll
And threw it on the water
I got the dustpan got the brush
And dragged my limbs along
Sweeping and picking every last bit
So they don’t scar my boy.

Finally I could go and smoke
When she asked me to do
Something else, something more
I’m just glad this life
Has a beginning, middle, and end.

Bogdan Tiganov

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