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Some Men
larrylark

Above all, some men crave certainty.
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The same chair in their pub or club
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which they think they own.
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The way they react
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like overgrown school kids
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if someone else is unwittingly sitting there
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when they arrive. The piercing stare
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sharp as any arrow or knife,
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gives out the message, Leave, leave, leave,
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with not a please in sight.
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That same lager, Carling, Coors
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or some other fizzy muck,
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filled with frightful stuff just to make it
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almost enough to be what it has pretentions to.
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Then they actually drink the noxious brew .
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After four or five their tongues come alive
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and they appear, floating on a boat
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above their moat,
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after emerging from dark rooms inside their fort
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to begin the talk they always talk, about banana boats,
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the price of fish, and how the barmaid
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is a dish worth having.
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Then they depart,
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issuing one carefully measured fart,
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leaving their mark so to speak,
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to go for a leak in the “bogs”
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as they call The Gents.
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Feeling a little bent out of shape,
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maybe even poetically inspired
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while having a pee, they might add
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to the tired graffiti
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that adorns the cubicle wall.
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“I wuz ‘ere so fuck you all."
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18 Jan 17

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Nothing olfactory about it. NOT. This is damn good writing and I loved it.
 — jenakajoffer

Cheers jenaka.....one tries ones best as her majesty says.

Larry ermine and furs Lark
 — larrylark

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I don't recognise the person in this poem who visited me during a dream, or at least i think it was a dream.

Larry disclaimer Lark
 — larrylark

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