When in the heat of the first night of summer
I observe with a whistle of envy
That jackson has driven out the road for a pint of stout
She outs her arm around my waist and scoulds me
Am I not not your pint of stout? Drink me.
To stop you also having your pint of stout.
Putting self-pity on a leash in the back of the car
I drive out the road, do a u-turn
Drive in the hall door, up the spiral staircase
Into her bedroom. I park at the foot of her bed
Nonchalantly step out leaving the car unlocked
Stroll over to the chest of drawers, lean on it
Circumspectly inspect the backs of my hands
Modestly request from her her a pint of stout.
She turns her back, undresses, pours herself into bed
Adjusts the pillows. slaps her hand on the coverlet
Here i am - at the very least
Look at my new cotton nightdress before you shred it
And do not complain that i have not got a head on me.
I look around to see her foaming out of the bedclothes
Not laughing but gazing at me out of four legged eyes.
She says: Close your eyes, put your hands around me
I am the blackest, coldest pint you will ever drink
So sip me slowly, let me linger on your lips
Oooze through your teeth, dawdle down your throat
Before swooping down into your guts
While you drink me I will deposit my skum
On your rim and when you get to the bottom of me
No matter how hard you try to drink my dregs
And being a man, you will, no harm in that
I will keep bubbling back back at you
For there is no escaping the aftermath.
Tonight - for the first night of summer
You may drink as many pints of me as you like
There are barrels of me in the tap room.
In thin daylight and nightfall
You will fall asleep drunk on love
When you wake early in the morning
You will have a hangover
All chaste, astringent, aflame with affirmation
Straining at the first bit to get to first mass
And holy communion and work
The good life.
Fantastic week. Ive been eaten by alcohol. And replaced the missing parts of my brain with lewd behaviours and sudoku!
Im curbing the nightclub I work at. Im on the dole again, joy of going to the jobcentre... gone from the best party in town to the best cream of sexy lowlifes in town
Hope everyone had great weekends
im going bald...
I observe with a whistle of envy
That jackson has driven out the road for a pint of stout
She outs her arm around my waist and scoulds me
Am I not not your pint of stout? Drink me.
To stop you also having your pint of stout.
Putting self-pity on a leash in the back of the car
I drive out the road, do a u-turn
Drive in the hall door, up the spiral staircase
Into her bedroom. I park at the foot of her bed
Nonchalantly step out leaving the car unlocked
Stroll over to the chest of drawers, lean on it
Circumspectly inspect the backs of my hands
Modestly request from her her a pint of stout.
She turns her back, undresses, pours herself into bed
Adjusts the pillows. slaps her hand on the coverlet
Here i am - at the very least
Look at my new cotton nightdress before you shred it
And do not complain that i have not got a head on me.
I look around to see her foaming out of the bedclothes
Not laughing but gazing at me out of four legged eyes.
She says: Close your eyes, put your hands around me
I am the blackest, coldest pint you will ever drink
So sip me slowly, let me linger on your lips
Oooze through your teeth, dawdle down your throat
Before swooping down into your guts
While you drink me I will deposit my skum
On your rim and when you get to the bottom of me
No matter how hard you try to drink my dregs
And being a man, you will, no harm in that
I will keep bubbling back back at you
For there is no escaping the aftermath.
Tonight - for the first night of summer
You may drink as many pints of me as you like
There are barrels of me in the tap room.
In thin daylight and nightfall
You will fall asleep drunk on love
When you wake early in the morning
You will have a hangover
All chaste, astringent, aflame with affirmation
Straining at the first bit to get to first mass
And holy communion and work
The good life.
Fantastic week. Ive been eaten by alcohol. And replaced the missing parts of my brain with lewd behaviours and sudoku!
Im curbing the nightclub I work at. Im on the dole again, joy of going to the jobcentre... gone from the best party in town to the best cream of sexy lowlifes in town
Hope everyone had great weekends
im going bald...
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Bloody dole dossers blah blah blah..........