Fast Movers poetry No-one ever went to bed angry with a new free car. But no one ever woke up happy with a sore neck. How quickly things can change. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
i wish this didn’t hit so close to home
That’s the bitch of it.