I never could get the hang of Thursdays

Lost in the squalor
23/03/2010, 1:23 am
Filed under: Writings

lost in the squalor
stand on my foot
thrown about
beer in the air

lost in the squalor
eyes closed
falling over
screaming and jumping

lost in the squalor
right out of breath
music plays
smile on my face

lost in the squalor
the working class sing along
Albion abound
the musician slurs


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