The tube

It’s easy, the tube, Where am I?
Who am I going to? Be
It’s like being kidnapped by badgers
And shoved into, a capillary
Arriving at the other end, with no knowledge.
Of how I got there
From a night out plastered
To this overtly fucked up thing.
And in between, the utter darkness

Like the bear from Peru ,
Wouldn’t have turned out the same
Kings Cross bear , the addled illegal immigrant
Selling his ass for his marmalade fix
And that’s the thing,
You never know what you’ll be at the end.

Coppywrite 8,10,09 Alex Kyriacou