As the armchairs of desire <br />Descend through the mists of shame <br />And the pangs of motorists <br />Debate the nature of blame <br />And the fence posts of empathy <br />Attempt to do the same <br /> <br />In Hell's supermarket <br />I find a reciprocating sign <br />That reflects my values <br />In tones and shades benign <br />Whilst the flip chart sings <br />In a tortured scream divine <br /> <br />A venturi spouts invisible loam <br />When the wallpaper oozes it's scented woodgrain <br />Propellors suck the wheat from the chaff <br />Under stone cold grey eyes filled with disdain <br />It's quite evident what a few pints <br />Does to my already addled brain.<br /><br />Esra Sloblock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/total-bollocks/
