Leo Vincent - Day Two in the Life of...

Already I’ve grown really tired
of being constantly admired
by all these strangers who now come
to cluck and coo and pat my bum,
who say I’ve stolen someone’s nose
then fiddle with my hands and toes,
who can’t tell smiles from bloody wind,
or that I’d rather drink milk tinned.

There’s little here to make me happy –
and all Hell festers in my nappy.