Thursday 25 July 2013

More flummoxed than jealous

The lion meets with the greasy man
for coffee every morning on platform 4.
An unlikely match.
She golden glorious,
he greasy like a Parisian from the movies,
desperately in need of a haircut and general spruce.
Legs crossed seaweed dangle,
limp wristed,
oh so nonchalon in ya shiny grey,
and i am flummoxed!
The lion,bold as brass towers over the shabby cheap,shoes and suit.
And she hangs on his every word? Smitten?
For fucks sake have a wash mate!!
Ya killing me!

Yuck

And then suddenly you are there.
Scent of cheap insecurity.
Where the marketing campaigns have worked
and now you're invading my senses with naffness.
I hate Linx.
Try washing instead.

Plums

Another plum born to plummy plums.
Fuck you plums.
I really do hate plums.