We watched the Big Man being shaved
My pocket containing ten pounds
And Michelle
With her illusory beard
But I bought 2 drinks, anyway
“It’s a beautiful thing,” I thought
“Sacrificing your hair for charity”
And the lamb remained in stillness
Like a 21st century Buddha
Whilst anxiety gripped me
Like a gynaecologist’s fist
From the bottom of my empty pocket
To the nicotine tips of my conscience
My Mother and I had argued, you see
Before I left home
So I fooled myself that I wasn’t all bad-
Pneuma in a cage of beer and cigarette smoke
But smiled, like Satan’s symbiotic sister
Until Patrick walked me to the bus
And my smiles became tears, I didn’t shed
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