Poetry: Inner City Blues by Ian Copestick

Brit Grit, Ian Copestick, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine

Let me take you down

To the lonely part of town

Where the light grows dim at the end of the day

When the sun goes down

The strangers frown

And the paranoia just won’t go away


Where the homeless sleep

The broken hearted weep

And love and life always go wrong

Where morals are cheap

The road to happiness steep

And life favours the rich and the strong


The working girls walk their beat

Getting ready to cheat

Any mug punter who comes their way

Through rain, snow and sleet

They try to stay off their feet

Tomorrow, from being open, their thighs will be ache


Who will wear the next crown

When the current dealer goes down ?

And briefly enjoy the rule of his court

But you won’t hear a sound

Of protest as he’s sent down

Was it worth all the battles he fought


Let me take you away

From this evil, drugged place

Where’s pleasure is  fleeting and life is always cheap

Let’s leave it today

Never come back again

Pretend it’s something we saw in our sleep

Ian Lewis Copestick is a 46 year old writer from Stoke on Trent England.
Although he started writing poetry 17 years ago, he started sending them out for publication only 7 months ago. In this time he has had over 90 poems and stories published in nearly 20 ezines. He is also featured in print anthologies by Alien Buddha Press and Horror Sleaze Trash.
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