Poem 3

Smoke and mirrors

Big time dinners

Lentils at the end

Of the month.

Take me somewhere

Dirty and make me

Social lubrication

Lugubrious customers

Take my tired legs

Home tonight.

I’ll take you out

Somewhere to make you

Lots of voices

Like champagne bubbles

Pop, pop….pop

My teeth are smiling dry.

They take us out

To get us dirty.

A fist full of

Plastic money

Hard to counterfeit

Modern currency

Tuck it in with your hairy finger

Pin it onto the bride.