CAFE LADS

11 AM bloke-lads 
in sportswear builder chic 
their
heads side-shaved by powercut barbers
in
a
halfcrust
of mutilated
bread
come 
in
the 
door 
like schools out for summer
marching legs apart
as if 
ponies are hitched outside
the
small
Fucktown cafe 

they
imagine
everyone
is
impressed