Double zero on the fourteenth floor.



The man in the aluminum lift,
with neck bites from the other woman,
now covered in a Blues scarf,
was asking what he should do,
as he knew the Mrs. was waiting.


I told him to keep his cool,
before he could get dick out of his trousers,
there she was, still pink and fluffy.

The aluminum lift carried me,
away from another domestic crisis.


Les was out, but a thin youth,
with skeins of hair and a downy tooth brush beard,
joined me in waiting in the wet black park,
told me how he could make a fortune,
but had really only just got his Christmas giro.


On going back, Les was in,
as you know Les doesn't say much
but that's just it, double zero on the fourteenth floor.


And a merry wasted Christmas to you all.

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