We have cause to flower and die

The liberated young released to the wild

Not standing straight, exits permitting

Intelligent shots proving nothing forsaken.

 

Rewarded for the effort to make life easier

Through a laptop’s eye no cause to savour

A delicate history doesn’t help matters

Remembered for generosity, however divorced.

 

The locality’s biggest losers fondle a pint

Passing on excitement at a pin’s drop

Carving on beermats a tale not telling

Nicely rounding on themselves, and go home.

 

Futile dialogue pulverises a deeper need

Laughing in unison, a hapless action,

Harder and smarter in every big way

Flashing final lights in the pub accentuates.

 

Surrendering your best work, or otherwise

Parcelling the dust in intimate corners

Local revolution turned another lady

Quietly dissuading any further ado.

 

Once galore is finished, pennies have dropped,

Hungover for peace, a depression sated

Out of order, nicely framing misdemeanours

To talk in doorways, spiked on exit.