Now ensconced in new home, though not the one we had originally intended. Back on Internet after a gap of two months. No chance of finding time to write anything new, so I shall need to rely on recycling from now on.
Fortunately -- or maybe not -- I have unlimited stocks of this sort of stuff :--
KEATS ON THE STREETS AT CLOSING TIME
Much have I travelled past the late-night bars
and many drunken revellers have I seen
whose vodka shots and alcopops have been
thrown up into the streets or over cars
by girls -- in belt-width skirts and skimpy bras
with nothing but goose pimples in between --
called Kayleigh, Karly, Kylie or Charlene,
too drunk to stand beneath dawn’s fading stars.
And then I wonder what can be the gain,
except to satisfy the taxman’s yen,
of making drink so easy to obtain
by scarce-pubescent girls and not-yet men
just so that every semi-dressed Charmaine
can puke each night upon some prick called Darren.
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