The man with no face
On next bench to
Queer who lives here
Major Tom is dead
My face is pale

A woman with orange hair
And a big beak
Tap taps with
Her impatient foot
Waiting for
My boyfriend

The tables are caged
To prevent playing
But I prefer
As tribute to Harry
who worked near here
Now in Heaven
Thrashing God
at ping-pong

My boyfriend appears
As I’m leaving
A quick smoulder
Over his shoulder
Then he opens his skag
Bag and deals