The Worlds End

by David Pexton - Aquarius

There is a young man
Who stands in the cold
Looking inconspicuous
But menacingly bold

So there he stands
In his long black coat
Just tell him what you want
And hand him the note

Once we were strangers
On a dark black night
There wasn’t any trust
When we first caught sight

But now our acquaintances
are as pleasant as can be
weed or hash
he’ll sort it…you’ll see

Reason for writing:

    Our drug dealer who stands outside the Worlds End pub in Finsbury park.    

Birth sign: Aquarius
Date created: 2001-03-02 14:47:36
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:43:42
Poem ID: 60711

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