By Philippa Briggs
Tonight on ‘Stolen Identity’ we
have a confused woman from Newcastle.
Rocking and muttering “I am not me”,
we are gravely concerned that this lass’ll
end up on the street, troubled, lost, roaming
seeking out her real head everywhere
because she says she is “bloody foaming
to be swapped with a person with grey hair”.
She is always in. SHE was always out.
She stands aloof. SHE loved a big embrace
SHE dashed about. She skives and just does nowt
sees mates on screen with disembodied face
Have you stolen her life? Then hand it back
you evil, Covid kleptomaniac
Poet and part-time PA from Newcastle upon Tyne who loves brain-storming with fellow poets.