As a stripling you spat news of my dead relative
on the window of a chip shop.
A comment, presumably, on the imperatives
of class and its debt to hip hop.
A study in idiocy. Eurydice in the Tricycle.
You are as a Barclaycard to charlie.
You are as guttering to an icicle.
You mean that much to me, Cardinale.
The skin off my nose was a hard no, donkeys ago.
Don Quixote quoted me a competitive price.
You set the cement of my reputation. As above, so below.
You have to ask me. You don’t have to ask me twice.
on the window of a chip shop.
A comment, presumably, on the imperatives
of class and its debt to hip hop.
A study in idiocy. Eurydice in the Tricycle.
You are as a Barclaycard to charlie.
You are as guttering to an icicle.
You mean that much to me, Cardinale.
The skin off my nose was a hard no, donkeys ago.
Don Quixote quoted me a competitive price.
You set the cement of my reputation. As above, so below.
You have to ask me. You don’t have to ask me twice.