Songs of Sordid Sobriety
Sober stutters of a shy barman At the Crosse Keys, Stammer through this tipsy think-tank At Bank. Experts providing unsolicited advice and ideas Whilst she sips on draught lager, Stella Artois, In a macabre Mouse infested Microwave molested Place. Battered Plaice – A displaced dish Stained with ‘Jack Daniel's Tennessee Honey Glaze.’ Delays On a Monday At Bank. City people with briefcases Pretending to discuss politics Or conflicts In countries crazed on cocaine. A blighted brain; Strain From success In a deplorable Space of sweat – Sitting upon the brows of Bankers; ‘City wankers’. Mayonnaise daubed hands Shake over blanched potatoes – Prepared to ‘perfection’ – An irrational societal expectation Of a chip - Fried in fat, Drowned in vinegar, Laced in salt – An assault Against the archetype Approved by the drunk - The dregs; The remnants of real life. The strife For sobriety. Sauntering down th
