HEROIC COUPLETS FOR AN ANTI HERO AND HIS HERO
Well yeah, well Ė bright in here.
Green walls Ė relaxing. Could do with a beer.
No, well, you see, that stuff Ė
Not mine. My God youíre buff!
It must have dropped into my pocket when
I fell while dancing Ė whereís the table gone?
Oh yes, itís here; itís what Iím leaning on.
I lost it for a mo.
Mmm yes, I understand the charge. Iím Joe
Selomotion. No, I didnít make it up,
But Iíve lost my address Ė I know I drive a truck;
Though not right now, as you can see
Or else I could drive away, not have to be
Here, though it could be worse.
Gonna turn all this into a verse.
Not rap, poetry Ė youíre a handsome sort.
Will you be there when Iím up in court?
Your eyes, brown like a cup of tea just after the teabag comes out
Before you add the milk Ė and speckled like a trout.
That stuff Ė half an ounce, you say?
Itís personal use. Thatís allowed, okay?
Not that itís mine, no way.
Cannabis is bad
Go ask my mum. Sheíll say Iím a nicely brought up lad.
Huh? What am I on?
What do you mean, my son?
Iím not stoned or even near
Takes more than an eighth of rubbish gear
To have any effect on me.
Not that I have Ė I donít agree
With taking stuff to get me high
Is there any chance that I
Could get your private number?
Perhaps a private police box rhumba,
If you know what I mean.
I like a man in uniform. And green
For walls, relaxes me.
I need a sleep. This talking taxes me.
©Susan M Phillips 2008