In a room
Largely full of men
Who couldn’t
Largely give a flying
Principally
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
Nearly
The old boys
Habitualise
The bar staff
Navigate
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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