VFM
By paulgreco
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my mouth is a hole elbowed through the skin of a drum
i look at the bar man like he's direct sunlight
i've put up with much, but enough is enough:
a glass of coke does not cost ?1.75.
it's an agreeable beer garden, all-year, gas heaters
they've had fervent write-ups in the guardian.
the clientele: graduate types, more money on them
than sense (about thirty quid)
it's a "gastro-pub"
dear
a fine old building
done out lovely inside
i'm sorry though
they're not getting away with this
this is west didsbury, not soho
and we're talking draft coke here, not a bottle
plus the dispenser is not too heavy-handed with that syrup
national reputation comes before the whole of
aspiration-driven greater manchester, cheshire, and further
afield
parks its upwardly-mobile automobile in the vast accommodating
space
and the designated driver
finds half a lager
costs forty-five pence less
than his designated drink
well it stinks
and it may be something of an over-reaction
to have a t-shirt printed saying:
"this place promotes road murder"
to sit there nonchalantly supping from a bottle of coke
purchased from a supermarket, a two-litre
until challenged by some snotty key-dangler
whereupon i explain my position
and a tipped-off small-fry scoop merchant
snaps happily, poses pertinent questions
while the police cuff me, lead me away
but this is for the fellow bore who saw the supermarket's
"head office" stopped stocking the cheap table water
to give the pricier brands a chance; to all those
shoved in the corner of a restaurant, forgotten about,
because they only wanted a drink, and a main course
but didn't know what to say
join clammy hands with me
this is our day
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