You Marry?

 
Any money in writing? 
No? Then you bloody starve. 
Me, I’m a run a Cafe mate_ 
I’m a always eat. 
A bloody good cafe- 
famous people come here: 
Ivan Lendl, Anna Kournikova ... Red Symons. 

You marry?_No? 
‘Ow you gonna get marry 
witha you ‘ead down 
ona piece a paper? 
If  topless sheila walk by 
you miss her_you looka down 
ona you bloody piece a paper. 

I tella you what mate 
you don’t a know love. 
You ‘ave the self-love: narcilepsy 
anda you ‘ave the self-absorption 
like a bloody Chux a super wipe 
but you don’t a know love 
‘til you getta you ‘ead 
outa you bloody arse. 

You a sad, you write about 
the un’appy, ‘cos you a sad. 

You gotta be like me mate: 
I work, I gotta ‘ouse 
I gotta missus, I gotta bambino 
I gotta my ‘ealth_I got ‘appy-_ 
amore di vita, love of life mate. That’s amore. 


               Pete Dowe