A Womb With A View

A Womb With A View by Bern Corri

I’m warm and feeling safe
as I move around my room
everything is soft and gentle
inside my royal womb.
I can tell that I am special
You`re not a bit like me
I’ve got gold and ermine
You`re the shit upon my bootee..
My heart I can hear beating
as privilege pumps through my veins,
I`ll rise up strong to lead my class
Though I`ll never use my brains.
I know the day will come
when I`ll have to learn the lies
Of paedophiles and tax returns
And poor old Grandma Di.
For now though let me slumber
Keep your cameras on my mum
Like me she knows she`s special
And we dont mix with scum.

About JB Barrington

The words & verse of JB Barrington; performance poet from Salford. Lovely stuff, touches heart strings and the odd raw nerve - Johnny Vegas Great poems; great delivery - Terry Christian A warm charm, a rapier wit and a real appreciation of words - Louder Than War
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2 Responses to A Womb With A View

  1. Surely it would be ‘Grandma Di’ instead of ‘Aunty’…? Just a thought!

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