Saturday, 24 March 2018

10,000 ‘Spoons when all you need is a knife

In a room
Largely full of men
Who couldn’t
Largely give a flying
Each sip of the cheapest
Kicks like
Dad’s army arrows
At that border
It’s a tv game show prize fight
For a pup
It’s not their price driven down
It’s the others driven up
It’s an Art Deco takeover
Students luxuriate and
Love the costing clearly
The badly wedded
Love their phones so dearly
And tolerate table space 
The old boys 
The bar staff
Deftly slowly they’re 
Used to it
And the pay
When thirst
Overcomes morality
It’s not a snob’s trick
It’s the atmospheric
So I occasionalise
And out meself
Take the mick

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