Dead Monday
Seven on a Manchester Monday morning
Half of the bodies in the streets are gurning
All of the vehicles service or taxi
The roads are wide and the pavements free
All of the country taking a break
All but the mugs on double pay
Mugs like me on the 143
Or the 41 or whichever came along after waiting ten
Busiest bus route but that was then
How could your chin protract any further?
How much more could your makeup be smeared?
How could you hold such a messed up face and by me you become so revered?