"Mind the step"
Said the sign
Above the whine
of the music.
"I prefer," she said sweetly,
Her words dripping
Acid drops of spite,
"Country and Western -
It's so much better'n -
Lively."
Naively -
Sitting in the flour-dredged
Smoke-filtered bar
Wondering how far
You'd come to savour
The flavour
Of Air Drums
And Pot Plant songs,
When the man on the stage
Opened his mouth and
What fell out?
No, not his soul
But only a very pink
Tongue-like raffle ticket.
I asked you why -
And your reply?
"I only came out
For the cat food."
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