the old wino waddles
through George Square puddles
his brothel-creepers splashing
he asks if I can
spare ten p
for tea
I say sure
he says smashing
earl grey or lemon
I ask
no china
well masked
and black
he turns his back
coughs up phlegm
snorts out snot
kicks brown leaves
and shouts
away to pot!
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