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Moonday Night

Grey cells scattered
images
pictures all thoughts
resulting in triangular noughts
your brain is battered .
Your eyes remind you of hilarity
as you watch the fat queen redeem
the remnants of a crisp packet she spotted
three miles away with pure clarity .
You see the inevitable moron in his
regressed ,
aggression , expressed
idiotic ,pugalistic
irate faced
unable to tie a lace
state
whilst drunken kids stagger past
trying to remember their
birth date.
The juke box blasts out its gone era's
selected by stumbling
incoherent football cheerer's .
Fatigued toilet doors swing
In the background you can hear a warbling
old man sing.
Its moonday night in the bar
be careful when you leave
not to get hit on the drunken streets
by an idiot in
a joyriding car .
　
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