Like some teeny wannabe pop singer
he used to wonder what it would be like
to be number one
but he knew, everybody knew
he always knew
there was a league above him
where the cut and thrust would kill him
Every now and then he lets out a noise
and the guard dogs growl
the boat rocks
and he climbs into your berth
for warmth
~ ~ ~
We kept all the moons in a big box
numbered, very clearly, 1 – 28
but I couldn't be bothered
Any old moon will do
but you know what people are like
moaning, complaining, going mad, rioting
Bore, bore, but they were the customer, I guess
and it was my first full-time job
…and last
~ ~ ~
The pills and booze had stopped working
so he cut them out
and came down like a ton of bricks
He decided to throw himself under a bus
but then remembered he'd done that, years ago
He's a wreck – he probably should hand in his license