Wobbling smart men
On smartphones
Where’s the hen?
Beautiful clothing
Cost loads
“its Johnnies birthday”
He lied
And went back inside
His phone
A rectangular moan

He comes out
Sits in the back
Amanda never liked that

Its gone
Which is a shame
They did good trade
They shot themselves in the foot
The way
The redhaired girl talked to us
She was really rude
25 minutes to get a pint?!

It’s a Copper Beach now
They’re killing them off
He bought it cash
Made a fucking mint
Have you been in the Lamb?
The chefs gone
Adam’s gone
Stuart’s gone
To look after
His little boy
A collapsed lung
It was his own business
That’s gone
This is why I can’t be bothered with it John

But there