We done it up the side of that pub,

in December,

outside with no johnny.

 

And I didn’t know you

and you didn’t know me;

we didn’t know where the other had been.

 

You kept looking down at your gut

and saying: ‘God, I’m so fat!’

I wondered if he was listening.

 

I just belched and fucked you faster,

as it was cold and

I needed another drink.

 

3 drunken youths watched us

and you told them all to,

‘Fuck off!’

 

We panted and groaned,

rushed and hurried,

drunk in the darkness.

 

And after, we went back inside

to our mates, just in time

for the New Year countdown.

 

So now, one month later,

I look down and I see it.

And I think of you.