Showing posts with label lads. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lads. Show all posts

Thursday, 18 December 2014

FUCKTOWN MONKEYS

  

in
shrunk cap-sleeves
picked
for
swollen gym guns
and
long shorts 
showing tattoo shapes 
painted
on
powder-bulked calves
fucktown monkeys
banter over-loud 
dull bravado
ALRIGHT LUV to the barmaid 
but
they
never
meet her blonde
bambi-mother 
eyes
while
the missus 
sits
silent and lost 
and
disinterested
and
sitting with 
legs wide
their 
balls clearly humungous
they
bounce a kicker boot 
up down up down
and
jangle car keys
and
clutch a phone
and
look their missus
up down up down
who's
sitting silent
and lost
and
disinterested
then
their
mobile bleeps 
a 
download ringtone
and
piss-hole 
piggy eyes
focus middle distance
as
self-importance 
lifts their
babystubble chin
and 
its all YER MATE, OUT IN PUB INNIT
and
after the call
they're silent
and lost
and
disinterested
and
stare out the window
at a blonde 
across the street
under
the Costa sign
with
Esso garage 
petrol prices
and shes silent 
and lost
and
disinterested
her dead gaze 
on
her 
pierced nails


from banananails .blogspot