Part time Pollock, pillock locked
Dribbling drops of time
Straight out of his mind’s eye
And onto the glassy screen
Tired with no beans, chilly in a beanie
Should’a cold shouldered that
Soul patch goatee badge
Like an antithetical cock-eyed girl guide.
Coffee smear paint stain,
Gillette razor blade game day,
Post trim splash of oil of Olay.
Goes some way to moisturise the skin,
Stops the wrinkles from settling in after
Settling tensions between tenants,
Tummy won’t settle after drinking too many Tenants,
Cos a tenner for ten Tenants
Is always gonna increase the tension, is he
Intentionally sitting there on iPhone solitaire
Reciting a cheesy sit and stare soliloquy?
Does he care that his chinos aren’t clean though?
Pebbledash pants dashed with stains of paint:
Pigeon shit white,
Chewing gum stuck to the soul of your nikes,
Too much tea, British teeth, tannin blight,
You know, that sort of dirty-dream off-white,
Call it cream and we’ll rent it for twice the price.
There’s no titanium here, just pastel yellow sneaks
Peaking from beneath the nuclear spill of an energy drink.
I don’t believe that red bull gives you wings,
It’s no different to eating Percy pigs on a Boeing
I’m not telling porkies, cos here’s the thing:
After a day of painting and decorating,
Cash in hand paid for the can in his hand,
And yet how can he still be sleepy
Despite drinking that shit he’s drinking,
Left me thinking, red bull gives you wings
To imply survival from the ship
It always ends up sinking.