Go to the pub

I think I’ve seen the world for
what it really is.
I don’t have to go to a war
zone or a country with
horrible poverty, I can see it’s
evil when I get up in the morning
and go to the shops
or go to work
or go to a pub.
I hear what that man says while
he’s sitting at the end of the
bar speaking nonsense about
how his wife can’t cook a decent
meal and she just keeps
nagging and nagging and
nagging at him.
And then he gets up drunk and
staggers home.


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