Poetry

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Poetry at Liver Bards

04/07/2017 - 19:30

Janine will pop up for a short slot at this Liverpool open-mic night.

Venue: Ma Boyle’s Alehouse and Eatery, downstairs, behind the curtain of the Rum and Rumour basement drinking den and kabaret bar. 
 

Janie's Drones

The Clash's Janie Jones from another point of view ...

 

She's saving up for a college course, whoa
She gets the cash and her boyfriend scores, whoa
She isn't helped by the vice laws, no
She don't mind her whoring job, no

An Injury to One

The dog sniffs and circles
carefully selecting
the blade of grass on which to urinate

The bailiff slithers along the street
switching glare from smartphone to door and back
until the numbers match

Whichever blade the streak of piss strikes
its stench spreads rapidly
to its neighbours

This Poem is Sponsored

This stanza is sponsored
by a weekend bonanza
of two-for-one deals
on our easy-cook meals
from the town's happy eater
which has paid for its meter

All of its sponsors
have generously given
a big wodge of dosh
for their brand on its rhythm

A local disk jockey
has sponsored a trochee
(That's a tum-tee-tum beat
with some well-branded feet)

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