Holding up the party, what's not to like?
Kissing to the extreme, fiction or not,
Flunked on profession, the silent procedure
Passed over on promotion, lips being sealed.
Thinking on being a winner, excellent results
The average put-downs sails overhead,
Exclusive entertainment from a national strike
All to the good, the pleb kissing to be clever
The soft research in a hardwon foray.
This rotten forgiveness, driven home, perchance
Rowing merrily down the stream, or the canal
Watched over shoelaces for better insinuation
Dissociative godsends in cafés a pardon.
Taking what's yours, filling it's own box
Creature of honour wasting no tirade
The knife being twisted to no bad effect,
Dead strawberries on the table, avoided
Abandoning stories for the sake of betterment.
Drunken thoughts sweep past the decorum
Having tales of preferment down the throat
Justice for some, or whoever breaks the gift
Accosted to home under mantle of disappointment.
Patronised over a drink, bolstering satisfaction
Waiving pesticide momentarily to bite the dust
Bilateral association scarred on a distance
Smelling of fancy dress when it comes to women
Entertaining on stories that probably ring true.
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