Pub Life Poem by Toyo Esuola

Fill up my mug barman
let the beer roar, let it foam
as it rises to the brim.
A criminally cold bottle for me
so I can drink up till the
million sparkles become dim.

A sip here, a sip there
my lips I smack and lick
all to quench my alcoholic thirst.
Five pints and thirty five gulps later
am the envy of all drunks
but they have forgotten that I was here first.

Finally staggering and swaying
to the soronous 10 green bottles in my mind
with a smirk to show my satisfaction.
Then I lift of the ground to float home
with no respect for the earth’s soil
and not the tiniest idea of my destination.

I land on what feels like my bed
Smooth like velvet, sweet like sugar
Guess it’s time to dream of day dreams
Awake to a million Big Bens in my head
all rolling at zillion frequencies to every nod
my butt on the streets in a poddle of water streams.