Poetry by
Gregory McIntyre

Tackle bears! Deliver! Impress! Go team We’ll scream! Dream big and gamble! Win! We’ll laugh We’ll spend our evenings Boozing and wheezing ’Round the city and stealing Time from the clock We’ll go out on yachts Drive fast cars Eat the stars Flip bills at fast women in bars

Shut up, I think Take your morning dump In some other heap This company’s carpet tiles Are miles from your Bikini-clad shores No-one believes you, you twat No-one wants that What’s your damage? Take your ritual and shove it Find some other tortured habitual