A slow step through that callous riot;
a calm stroll through splinters that spray
forward like blunt darts, fists fly which break
tables and reflection-less windows; a frustration
never fulfilled.
a calm stroll through splinters that spray
forward like blunt darts, fists fly which break
tables and reflection-less windows; a frustration
never fulfilled.
At each table these actions are carried out,
acted with the most badly written scripts;
phrases slung back over tiled floors and bars,
too low to offer the usual support intended.
Those cocktails of abuses, watered down
with the weakest of punches. The same diatribes
repeated in bathrooms and beer gardens.
Again, we walk through with impeccable calm,
another evening perfectly weather worn.
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