David looked out on
A seething mass of
Humanity, armed with
Pitchforks, torches,
A garden hoe or
Two, One dear was even
Brandishing a trowel.
‘Time to throw in
The towel?’, asked
Ryan, passive aggressively
From behind David’s
Left shoulder.
David gazed down at
The tailoring on his Armani
Club blazer, he didn’t want to
Go back to wearing
Tracksuits. And he
Enjoyed the summer
Vacations to Far East Asia ,
Courtesy: Malcolm Glazer,
Supping Japanese tomato
Juice on a beach somewhere.
‘If you can take anything
Away from this, you’ve
Perfected the thousand yard
Stare’, Ryan continued.
‘Accidentally, rather than on
Purpose’, Phil chimed.
David winced, his glassy eyes
Coming to rest on a
Man in the crowd clothed
As Bugs Bunny, covered
With slime.
‘Why is he dressed as a
Rabbit?’ he heard himself
Say, as if at once removed
From reality, feeling at the
Same time a firm grip on his arm,
Being led away.
In the background,
Head to toe in Khaki,
Sucking like an over-grown
Baby on an everlasting gob-stopper.
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