A happy lot, us Sad Bastards. <br />We raise our glasses <br />Kick some asses <br />Laugh, tell rude jokes <br />Give the fire a poke <br />And throw on another log. <br />We talk of locks <br />And untimely clocks <br />And stocks and shares <br />And dual-purpose chairs <br />Play the organ, sing and giggle <br />Until 3 in the morning <br />When mutually yawning <br />We tuck ourselves into bed. <br />A happy lot <br />Us Sad Bastards.<br /><br />Francesca Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sad-bastards-club/
