Sits on his bed with his five mates round him,
Fresh from the pub,
Pissed as a fart.
- Jeans down on one leg
And I got it up her,
Going great guns,
Then the vodka hit. So I gave it a slap,
You should've seen it leap.
Three times -
Grins; I won't yet say a deathshead.

Publication details:"Still Life" was published in "Craccum" in March 1978. Copyright © 1978, 2003 Hugh Cook. All rights reserved.

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