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Poem: Fat Machine

 

Come on, come on! Yes! and then no! He said no... she said no, she said read my lips and go! So go home! Go home! Or have you lost it? Or its heart? How many times can you lose a wallet? Dropped in a frolic? Taken from the bar I left it in the car The car is with a friend the friend is in the fly... inside the spider You perspire I bloody swear I'm not a bloody liar I swear! Come on, come off it! Its the end, she says I'll try he says... in the mirror and then cry in the pillow... or have the pillows gone? So out comes a photograph and a sad old song lipstick on the window spells a marital epitaph Work to win, borrow to win, steal to win, they get you in and you don't get to get them back fat machine spitting you out, lad to lout your shout! with nothing left to shout Or shout about Nobody around to shout But that doesn't matter It only drinks money and it drinks alone 'cos you were never there... didn't you say? You were on different way home Paul Rogers, Ettalong Beach