Ate a chicken fillet baguette at Londis
It wasn't good but it was cheap
I waited for the rain to stop
looking at all the energy drinks
Asking myself why do we need them
Asking myself "Can we just be tired and rest?"
But the rain didn't stop
So I crossed the O'Connell Bridge
Passed by some sleeping bums
Passed by McDonald's
I looked inside
Both the teenagers and the hamburgers were meat
And I was flesh, running for flesh
So I grabbed my shitty mobile
Sent a text I shouldn't have sent
While raindrops were falling on the screen.
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PoetryPoems by an Italian guy who moved to Dublin. Cheap loves, cheap beers, bad jobs. And fights. Bukowski would have probably been disappointed. But you always were, Hank, weren't you?