Thought only governments had poet laureates? Think again. And enjoy.

I wanted a man who I felt would please me.

I wanted some fun
no thought
nice and easy

slumming in a coucil flat
he was hot around my body
my head started spinning
my eyesight got foggy

how does it makes sense I thought it such fun?

I liked him much more than the billionaires son

he gave more respect
and could f*** me much better
than a high class mayfair boy
in a ralph lauren sweater

Here Is The Writer : Jamie Morgan

Jamie Morgan is a pseudonym for a tall, blonde working not far from the steps of St. Paul's. But don't bother camping out for her, she flies the wind to and fro her rather glamorous job (which she'd tell you can also be the pits). On weekends, she has pain au chocolate for breakfast and shops for cute collars for her golden retriever named Sam. She's a long way from home, but loves London and won't be leaving us anytime soon.

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