Top heavy in Irish Stew
From an amazing gig
The night before
My arrival to our 7th adventure
Was delayed with Cathy’s younger cat
Deciding it didn’t like Extreme Metal
And ran into the other
Resulting in World War 3
Round the back of the TV, 

And me getting to the bus stop
Minus my bus pass
And heading back into the flat
To walk into Round 2
With both of the Cats
Spitting at each other
Like short changed bullets
In the middle of the bath, 

Dis-interested bus drivers
Who stopped twice
For a cigarette break
And a call with a woman
That didn’t sound
Like his wife,

Closed banks
Which were eating people’s cards
Like toast
And two people I knew
But didn’t know
Had set up a poetry writing group
And nearly joined in
If I hadn’t been going
Somewhere else,

Cracked with a final argument
Between rivalling football fans
Making me glad
I gave up chasing the flag
Years ago
And instead followed the muse.

(7th in a series)