Announce my arrival
Settle my taxi fare
Plane my dance routine
Laugh at my afterlife care.
The floor is never so clean
As when it’s dirty with your kind
After you’re done drinking the last one
It’s my afront and your behind.
Wiggling through the pandemonium
Is the crowd of Imperial distress
Waiting for Sunday’s newspapers
And the Book Reviews that are best.
Then there is the still man
Shut out after decades of loss
When growing up happened to their disliking
And falling out was not about ‘who’s the boss?’
The lights do not ask for third place
As they spin like the heads on ecstasy and wine
And the fathoming of safe sex is conditioned
By the bubble bath of Champagne and a good time.
If you see the one you don’t like
Grab the rugby lad to coerce your good looks
Then the Monday morning at work in the law firm
Can riddle your conscience without those hooks.
Place them down like a tie to innocence
And an infinity spent upon the obeyed hours
When the alternative was a bald eagle or some priestly distress
With a minicab, a career and all fours.
Animals are heavy when the roof is the sky
For the daylight they cannot talk about for their eyesight:
So travel better after the beat and the drum and some randy nights
For the emeralds on show for the right guy.