It's far from homely Odour of something Don't know what. Kick crushed cans Scattered Envelopes of late payments: cant afford them. Shove them aside Drag thumbs over The chipped controller The tinny TV The low-res game. Grab a stranger One night stand Clinging to their skin. Unsightly. Grunt. Chafed and blotchy Pretty scrawny No one cares. Use them Like they are using you To escape the drag That is this existence. Leave them in silence Belt buckle done up Hiss goes the beer can Slump Take a swig. Back tomorrow To the grind Splash face With water Fumble sleepily With the nylon tie And crawl through Another day.