Hot dog vans, dishing it out like crack.
Maccy D’s filling gluttony’s hole.
Pissy alleys offering it on a plate.
Vacant skulls holding out empty bowls.
Discount theatre tickets, cheap cocktails.
Each opportunity, too good to be true.
Strangers cruising the curbs of bars.
Spreading the loner’s most lethal flu.
Buttons on walls, filling crazy hands.
A night of tipsy syrup, one full day’s work.
Public toilets and river side winds,
where the lost and found go lurk.
Parked cars with their lights turned on.
Bus stop crowds of vomit and smoke.
Tacky limo parties slowly passing by.
Misplaced joy, thickening to choke.
Staggering beauty, heading home solo.
The cast of tomorrow’s news stream.
Loose flesh squeezing into cabs.
Regret oozing from bursting seams.
‘She started it’ turmoil echoes.
Rubbish carts stirring up dust.
And all of the above again in a week.
Deluded and lustful cycles, a must.