Tuesday 16 June 2015

a fifty second new poem ... 'light-weight'

Archie was a light-weight:
Three sniffs from a can of
John Smiths and he’d
Be pissed, rat-arsed,
Passed out in his own
Wee or gesticulating
Dementedly to nobody
In particular, extra-
Curricular drinking sure
Muddled his thinking, linking
Words, actions,
Reading advertising captions:
‘Don’t drink before you drive’,
‘Feel alive, Five Alive’ all
Contrived to make no sense,
Archie wasn’t dense, just
Another cheap date, fundamentally
Speaking a light-weight.

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