why the **** have i been drinking
8.2% apple cider -
or 5% dutch beer -
   and haven't been downing
a bottle of white or rosé wine
on my walk, with an imaginary leash
extending to an imaginary dog?!
i must have been sleeping...
           a bottle of cider or a beer
if £2.00,
      a bottle of wine is £5.00...
i must be mad both are chilled brews...
a bottle of wine
makes the perfect sense between
leftover 20cl of ***** from
the previous night, and the 100cl
of whiskey waiting for me the next
night...
        a bottle of wine...
always sounds better than a bottle
of Dutch beer or English cider...
doesn't matter...
Monday or Friday...
           i always thought
Depeche Mode were a bit gay...
and that Harvey Weinstein should
be investigated less...
than that gimp-suit brigade
of the leather fetish...
of "tiny" tim burton...
i'd look into him...
                           i'd look into
the qusdi-leather straps...
              friday night i'm in love:
helpless romantics,
unlike gay-lord depeche mode...
gay **** wit of Tehran...

            covert Essex gays...
    my... not really... the sort of people
i'd rather drink a  bottle of wine with,
but when it comes to eating?
sorry... i'd prefer a hog...
itching to find a truffle...

           depeche mode was always gay...
the cure was always ******...
somehow the two converged
to make up generation 80s...
                
        just as duran-duran made up
durand-durand;
           and it's not even that i'm
*****-less -
  
                        if i cared, i'd care...
the death, the cure,
the heart-attack.