Small Town Shite

Sat’dee night
Sun’dee mornin’
Small town shite.

No,
I don't knows,
Where
Mumbo Jumbos
Might

Be,
But,
Bodies
Bounce off
Bigger bodies,
With voluminous
Voracity
And throw-up
Themselves,
In to  the task,
To find this
Holy grail.

Fuelled by amber nectar
Lit by amber warning,
Outside of
My window,
All
Fucking
Sat’dee night
And
Sun’dee
Fucking
Mornin’.