8th February Commuter

Taxi cab cabbie or cheeky chap chappy
Sitting alone in his lime green cappy…
Happy go lucky or
Trigger happy finger plucky?
Snap the cap off the sharpie
Pen these features on sharply
Pinching pinched cheeks in disbelief,
Looks like it’s time to water the heath,
Thin, patchy stubble with unwashed skin showing underneath,
Half grown, half mown,
Mach 3 would make sweet moan.
How can he hope to atone when
Razors blades are erased and instead
The payday loan pays for yet another burner phone?
But phoning mugs and plugging drugs,
Helps to make the next payday his own.
Coke blown, cash blown, should’ve known
To take his cod liver oil,
Wrap that shit up and smoke it on foil
Make the blood boil and end up six feet
Beneath the soil. Still toil and trouble,
Life goals achieved by blowing a Hubba Bubba bubble,
Working that jaw like a grass chewing horse,
Voice probs as hoarse as a hungover whore.
Dropping bets on the scores in a Kangol windbreaker
Believing the tweets of all the fake news breakers
Breaking the ice into manageable rocks
Now so frazzled on rocks, thinks he’s in Fraggle rock.
Lock stock and two smoking nostrils
Nostradamus on Advil can’t predict overdue bills
But who needs to see the light, when
The blood from your nose is reality distilled?

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