PUB ROCK:

You got it all wrong,
What you did with the sound,
You messed it up,
In your cage,
In your tights jeans,
An died black hair,
Behind the bar,
I heard you laughing,

It’s no joke,
We come miles,
Took wrong turns on the motorway,
Suffering horns,
Beneath the bridge,
And death wish bikers,
City drivers are so rude,

It’s ‘me’ time now,
Under cardboard clouds,
Mirror balls on the ceiling,
Fairy lights in the smoking garden,
Disinfectant & grease,
All the boys & all the girls,
Huddle around tables,
Rolling skinny ones,
Exchanging fire,
Beneath arbours of nicotine stains,

Can I ask for one more favour?
Turn up the bass!

Swinger,
Change the capsule,

Space cadet,
Get off the phone,

(K)