Revised sonnet #197i
Thats me and mine in mouldy single room
Of Clarence Lodge Im picking crusty snot
The curtains musty worsen vibe of gloom
The duvet bears a pizza smear and blot
I puff a plug of pot I know the plot
I swig a shot of vodka foreign race
I stay tad shy of haemorrhage and clot
I dont touch coke or meth and what they lace
I strum the banjo strings at busiest place
I cram the mattress full of patrons coins
The bureaucrats assault a waste of space
And fast the dollar coin the florin joins
The residency shopping strip till dusk
I strum and croon a standard when I busk
Chorus dusk twilight sunset
