Deansgate Safari


The animals are out on parade,
The big cats and the bitches-in-heat
Have their wares on display.

The monkeys are unleashed
Into the tender blue-black night,
Alcohol as an excuse to look for a fight.

The sewer rats weave in and out
Of the rambunctious weekend turmoil,
Spiking multi-coloured cocktails with Rohypnol.

The vultures circle high above the chaos,
The hyenas hide in the outskirts of the darkness
Waiting for their scraps and laughing at the madness.

As the morning comes
And the small hours die away,
The zoo-keepers arrive and sweeps
All the shit and sick away
(Well at least until next Saturday).

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