Just Smile by Bradford Middleton

There’s this woman who comes in my shop
She’s an old curmudgeon who rarely smiles
Whenever I see her I often think that
She needs to lighten up, laugh for no reason
And when she gets to my till, where I’m invariably
Stood and she’ll order 200 fags
There strong, long and kill her 1 by 1

Now don’t get me wrong I love to smoke
But what I think with this case is
She’d be better off being a pot head
As her other addiction costs almost 100 pound
She’d love it when she sparks that joint
Letting it take hold, taking her off
To a place where she might smile

Bradford Middleton was born in London in the summer of 1971 but didn’t begin writing poetry until he was 36 when he landed in Brighton.  He has a couple of chapbooks available, Drink Drank Drunk from Crisis Chronicles Press (Ohio, USA) and A Life Like This Ain’t For the Faint-Hearted from Holy & Intoxicated Press (Hastings, UK) as well as lots of material available online and in print.  Some of the places that have published his work include Zygote in my Coffee, Five Poetry, Ppigpenn, Rapoetics, Chicago Record, Rolling Thunder Quarterly, Section 8 Magazine, Mad Swirl, Your One Phone Call, Dead Snakes and Empty Mirror.  He tweets occasionally @beatnikbraduk. 


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