Student Digs
by Sarah Parry
We were cash register crunching speed-freaks!
Calculating currency for elites!
If shops sold grub: we’d pinch some to eat,
Ignoring customers, supposed to greet.
Beautiful backhanders should of paid the rent,
Though always blown in a summer dance tent,
Just a dozen male, drug-dozed delinquents,
Whom would never save: just spent and spent!
Cannabis brownies and daytime telly,
Puke on coffee tables, vodka jelly,
Metabolisms mental: no belly,
Matinee masturbation, socks smelly.
That house, the heart and soul of the city,
Where independent film drowned out pity,
Surfaces snowed with our coke crumbs: gritty,
Back when we were young, careless and pretty.
Ó Sarah Parry 2006