Would we ever be invited up to the lounge of the elite
down here on the street cheap lager and hopeful glances
upward
The faithful day came and we were sent for
To enjoy drinks and yarns with the upper level
Imposters
Before long one of the captains ran his mouth
The knife was put in my hand blood on peanuts
stitches
promises of good behaviour
further humiliation
demotion
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