the handsome lying bastard
promised me the world
in his smooth Irish drawl
he drenched me in dribble
whispering in my ear bibble, bibble
a show on Broadway
a stroll round Central Park
back to the hotel on 5th Avenue
for a night of love and romance
it sounded so perfect…
instead we ended up
in an Irish bar listening
to a band called the Pogues on Us
and some bloke who fancied himself
as Seamus Heaney
he enjoyed the craic with his mates
me, i stared at the remains
of a cheap whisky
lingering in the corner of my glass
fairytale of New York?
more like an empire of nightmares
The Autistic FellRunner 