Monday, 7 February 2011

There Is A Code

There is a code, his mother always said -
Rules to rule out the headbanger in all of us.
He could be accused of not caring, though,
Over the years, getting away with all sorts of excess.
Plenty of people he knows would call him decadent
if only they knew. Keeping a low profile,
slack-trousered and lean around the jowels
(often badly shaved), he moves amongst the
karaioke crowds like liquid through gold-dust.

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