pub
women are drunk now
and shouting - SHRIEKING/spilling drinks
everyone looks over all night
they're
shaking their full and empty tops/going on about
their old used tits . . .
and
CACKLING/the horrible CACKLING
i point out to the table in general
for the sake of conversation
that/generally speaking/tits are always younger
than the women
they delightfully (or not) swell from
i go off to the bar
with the pint glass of soggy screwed up fivers and tenners
and
the smudgy and scribbled ink bleeding list
WITH ICE they shout after me
WITH ICE!
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