Drink to my health in a London pub, a proper London boozer,
sit among the nearly was, could have been's and losers.
On the zephyr of a conversation discreetly overheard
like the line you wish you'd written, I float with every word.
The easily distracted, under achieving, cast of a cast off club
stay cloaked in anonymity, in the corner of a London pub.
Capability Red 2013
Thursday, 12 September 2013
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