Saturday, 17 December 2011

Observations










Look, look through the bars
The specimens are dancing
They tango, can-can, rhumba
Every sequin the glistening tear
Of a D-list wannabe also-ran.

Look, look through the bars
The specimens scratch their arses
Nibble bugs and roll, dirt-caked,
Fake friendly til the third day
When God makes rice and beans again.

Look, look through the bars
The specimens are angry
They feel our eyes upon them, prowl
Shake their fists for freedom
To fornicate while we avert our eyes.

© Clare Kirwan

Edinburgh celebrities
Strictly meets I'm A Celebrity

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Clare Kirwan, can't sing, can't dance, can write a little.
Blog: Broken Biro

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