Rock Song
(for Alan Wass)
He’s got a great big crack in the screen of his phone.
He’s got a six-string grin and a council home.
He crashed through glass
into my mind.
He sank a pint and a shot
and a shot and a pint.
Feathered
booted
wearing a hat.
Don’t give a fuck.
Don’t give a fuck.
The lights went down
and the girls lined up
he loves his Liza
so he don’t give a fuck.
Ben Preston 