Happy-Hour Confab

happy-hour confab

 

uglied by age and profanity

wasted by infirmities

laughing loud at half-heard

‘booze talk’ wisecracks

as if they found them funny

a pride of spent grey ‘stallions’

sits braying of days

when they roared like the lions

they wanted to be

 

they were hunters of maidens –

maidens enjoyed

maidens discarded –

love warriors with rubbers

(ribbed for extra pleasure) –

to show they cared –

untouched in wallet ticket-pockets

 

lads they were

lads at drink

lads at play

lads at lassies

 

monkey business

 

their salt-cream fountains

sustaining the species…

 

remember?

remember?

 

what they don’t remember

they make out they do

 

harking back to a dream-time

before sappy love-wands dried

and hearts slowly calcified

 

hopeful blue pills

lie fallow in

wallet pockets now

 

remember ?

remember?

 

a former vicar’s holding forth

emboldened

I dive into the banter.

 

 

 

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monkey business or sabotaged animated playmobil’s business* it will never make any sense, but it will always provoke sensation and if one remembers when, laughter and teardrops.

(weird theory of mine #3332739.)

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You paint a brilliant, but grim picture of ancient beer soaked pot-bellied would-be machos whom can be found in many a local reliving or decorating their crummy exploits. Perhaps I’m being a little tough on these old “soldiers,” but it seems to me the most successful womanisers never boast about it.

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