It could be the life?

A rather drunk man


walks past our home


at 3 am:


I can only imagine


that his evening


didn't work out


as he had planned.


 


He shouted something


in to the uncaring air,


around him


and every uncaring other
with the misfortune
of functioning ears.
It wasn't word-for-word clear,
but it made enough sense

to be at home
with a smile,
whilsts the cunts of this town
lose to friday night drinking
in bad venues
never knowing how to enjoy
a really fine wine

(and a catastrophic amount
of other things)