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PISS-HERDS

It's a rat race A fast pace So we seek to slow down Take a drug to escape in a familiar place A family face A speakeasy space Stag nights Hen nights Catty remarks and dogfights Every day the same news regurgitated with poisonous brews A high-life for some low-lifes Stilettos and penknives Dirty rats and rat catchers Baggy eyes and bag snatchers Beer bellies Big guts Big tits and big butts Ready salted peanuts in packets and bowls Sunday roasts and sausage rolls on black-boards On big screens Sky sports and golden goals No golden rules for drunken fools Cant philosophers

dribbling off bar stools Slurring words Karaoke singers Mocking birds Middle-aged swingers Well ridden showing bits that should stay hidden Mutton flesh Broad hipped Tight pants and loose lipped Sportswear on the unfit Workaday clothes on the scruffy git No fashion No passion No difference in style An anonymous shit on the stinking pile Carpet burns Cigarette ends Marking time like age-old friends Place your marker to take in turns Winner stays on the table earns from boisterous ego's with boxed cues blurred vision and bad views Atrophying senses from copious amounts of happy-hour booze Mind altering affects Personality changes Talking nonsense to nonsensical strangers Hidden dangers

of domestic horror husbands battering wives Physical abuses shattering lives Telling tall-tales Little white lies They wear the T-shirt and ate the pies Rabbit and porkers Zigzag walkers Verbal diarrhoea from stolen goods hawkers Drug deals in clingfilm wraps Folded notes kept under baseball caps A thick wedge in sweaty palms No cutting-edge in these vegetable farms.

VERSO- 24/9/2K (D.N.Moule)

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