Saturday, May 24, 2014

Gutter Crawl



Started with the thirst after work
Hard day dealing with circle jerkers
Manager breathing down my crack
Like a fifty-something twerker
“Where do you see this business?”
Pause for effect: “Moving forward?”
Douche bag I see this business
Moving forward up your arse
Just like every other teleological
Metaphor you can shove into your
Glib over-achieving orifices
So five came and I hit the pub
And I hit it motherfucking HARD
Not at first of course
These things build like a symphony
First the intro, where I greet the locals
Blind Bob and Snide Sue have taken
Their usual places and are well lubed
I heave a hoi and spy Derek the Dalek
So called because he speaks in a monotone
Hiding in the shadows with a pint
He’s hoping to keep out of sight
But I am not in the mood to be alone
He has a plan to fuck his way through Melways
Suburb by suburb, blowjob by blowjob
But when it comes to teenage sex slaves
I beg to differ and move away
Next comes the slow movement
Gloria of the lonely hearts brigade
With her white wine and lemonade
Who I’d fuck had I not the hots for her daughter
She drones on about how men are bastards
As the sun sets and sky darkens
And I nod knowingly, ignoring distant laughter
For the more beer I drink the more serious it gets
We are all here for a reason, all fucked by life
Not content to sit at home, be the vapid doctor’s wife
This place is our temple, our hall of justice
The finale fills the air
Wednesday Night Trivia starts
My chips come without mustard
It all gets a bit vague from there
I might have tried to kiss a Swedish backpacker
I might have tipped ash in Gloria’s hair
I might have thrown myself onto the pool table
And performed my impression of a dolphin
Chasing the cue ball into the centre pocket
Which was when the publican pulled me aside
And said “Go home. Your legless.”
He pushed me out a side door
With well wishes and a six pack
Where I hit the pavement knowing
Today had become tomorrow
And none of my problems had gone away
Disappearing down streets cold and dark
We are all of us in the gutter
And it’s so all-consuming that
None of us are looking at the stars

© shaun patrick green 2014

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