If a man talks to another man it doesn’t mean he’s gay.
He may just want to punch him or say have a nice day.
My brother asked a man what he called his dog he said sod off.
Without an embarassed cough.
A girl at a dance asked a guy his name he said sexy she said that’s an unusual name.
My brother could have said the same.
If a man is friendly to you he may want to bum a cigarette.
I said that to someone I met.
Or he met me while I had a cup of tea.
He went off empty handed that time maybe thinking I’m a swine.
By and large it depends on people’s manner.
Not every mechanic wields a spanner.
A friend of mine was rolled while drunk.
Drunk as a skunk.
People take advantage of the good side of your nature if you have one of those.
Some wear good clothes.
Not all, neither be a cynic nor a fool.
Did you learn anything at school?
I thought I might say something here about the past because I’m old.
Some stories beg to be told.
In the old days we knew how to walk and talk except maybe when leaving the pub at closing time.
History in this rhyme.
I once stepped over six bodies on my short way home.
Here in my native land, not ancient Rome.
Not dead but sleepeth as I read on a tombstone.
While I’m at it may I say how sad it is to defile the good word gay.
Once it meant children at play.
That was another day.
Drink is a good man’s failing as I said somehere, not here.
I know why people go on the beer.
Imperfection gets them down.
So they go on the town.
That’s my theory for what its worth.
Fellow residents of planet Earth.
28th October, 2017