Sitting at the bus stop in a dressing gown.
Can of lager on the seat.
Slippered feet.
Tasting the real
one swig at a time.
Walking round the lake with a four pack in a carrier bag
chasing the ducks on wobbly legs.
Stopping to chat to the geese.
A two way conversation of squeaks, shrieks and beaks.
Lounging on the bench outside the pharmacy
in a full Gucci track suit.
White paper bag of medicines in hand.
Carefully staying on brand.
Having a posh coffee on the parade
talking to anyone under the parasol shade.
Chain smoking tax free fags.
Drag after drag after drag.
Scouring the aisles for bargain sweets, crisps and fizz.
A plastic potted plant.
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Alone in the woods watching a squirrel eat a nut.
The glare of the midday sun.
The sharp stabbing pain in the gut.
Sweating it out after the morning run to get the paper.
The same old shit
day after day after day after day.
The same old faces.
A losing attempt to keep the voices at bay.
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