Winston’s poem collected from his Spoke ‘n’ Word walkabout

Happiness is free

 

Whether your clothes are wet or dry,

happiness is free.

 

Protected bones in brilliant steel

soaking up iridescent vibes.

From Brighton to Glastonbury’s blur

happiness is free.

 

From the expensive start of lobster and chips

To the crank who drank the tank.

 

From the smooth glide of the valley side

to the fast track with Joey Mac

happiness is free.

 

Free the steel from Thatcher.

Free the bottled steel eel

that chose to feel the real deal.

 

Sitting in a wobbly purple post-solstice flower

one brave wheel spun all by itself.

 

Whether your clothes are wet or dry,

happiness is free.

Mr Plowes and his Machine 3

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