I went for a stroll,
as the crow flies,
through Belfast city centre
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In the main room of every home
at arm’s length of everyone
A shelf with screws and plugs
should hug the wall
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I know damn well the paws will tap the pane
The curtains on the window will be drawn
That mammoth mammal thinks that I’m insane
I’ll trim the lights down low; she’ll think I’m gone
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I long for time,
extra portions,
a little wedge at no cost
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After a night on the thinners
Pouched eggs for lunch down at Skinner’s
Though the library first
To help quench my thirst
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For god’s sake give over stop moaning
For all your mistakes you’re atoning
Just get on with the job
And break free from the mob
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Place your order and then please be seated
In the winter this café is heated
In the summer it’s not
As it’s too bloody hot
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Some couples are partnered for love
While others, a hand in a glove
United for coinage
Or aligned for lineage
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Whatever you think it is
That troubles her life or his
I assure you it’s not
They have just lost the plot
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