Home late-ish from a night out in Salford
The King's Arms, to be quite nicely precise
Janet was doing her comedy, bored
Not at all, she's a star in my tired eyes
It's always fun watching these misfit guys
And girls doing their thing, especially when
They really are misfits, so worldly wise
And yet so other-worldly, window on
That netherworld in which we all begin
And some of us don't quite escape, the mud
Of our own shortcomings, no good advice
Can clean off with words or smiles. Life's begun
Badly, and like a sprint race when you heard
The gun but didn't move quick for the prize
Fri 14 September
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