Strong Enough to Hold a Pint - Poem

Timidly he walked to the edge

Away from the roaring machinery

Photons, blue light, dumb cunts

Heading home, back to the dust, rushing wind, inevatabilities

We're out here, waiting for ya mate

Soaring in pieces, taken by the up draft

Having taken that plunge ourselves

Having taken one glimpse at the world in progress and turned tail

We want nothing to do with it

Looked down on our simple limbs and aging joints

They're strong enough still to hold a pint

So we head home