i
always wore armour
under
a boozers moon
as
heavy
as
its
forged
past felt
&
i called out
for
more
fuel more fuel more fuel
~
hell
saw
me
then
vain-glorious
in the piss-alley
&
came
for my ego in legion
now
i am
naked
lighter demobbed half-undone
just
one more struggle-pup
counting
scars & stars
another
scratch & sniff sinner
pretending
hes won
under
a losers moon
satan-lite
& cherub thin
unfallen
like rehab
sitting
on the cement steps
of
our
seaside
mongrel nation
from spectator.co.uk
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