They’re a Fading Force

They’re a fading force

But still they gather
Outside the chip shop
All greasy laughter
And beer burps,

Soldiers in peace time
Exercising their rights
To whistle and spit,
Bellow and sing.

Their chests
Out puffed
Their stomachs
Many moons ago,

They used to be worshipped at weekends,

Their arse cracks used to shine.

2 Responses to “They’re a Fading Force”

  1. karenrsanderson Says:

    I really enjoyed this. πŸ™‚

  2. Thanks Karen πŸ™‚

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