Fag-end of yet another good night.
The fresh air mingles with boozy breath.
Night-clubs spew out the pissheads;
The packs of fist-happy lads;
And the drunks - whom later spew their innards
Onto the pavement.
This is the anointed hour to drop one’s pants.
For a fight to spill over the fun-barrel.
To neck the Prize Lad on a quiet street.
To piss in public.
To cry over boyfriends and fight over girlfriends.
And, finally, though not leastally,
To moony at Asian taxi-drivers...
The fact is, these drivers no longer care about this.
They’re not impressed by these debauched,
Silly displays - you know what I mean?
By yet more of the same.
You know what I mean?
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