Expectations Shattered

So we open unglamorous

In a dark public loo

With bass pumping frivolous

Sticky tiles under shoe

A never ending roll of thunder

A thick stench distinct from the pub grub

Waves of sound and smell crash over, under

And I pass a man who looks a lot like me…

And when I say “a lot like” I mean it’s uncanny

And I’m a bit surprised, yes, but he’s just bewildered

We make conversation, I try to be witty

But a third me turns up and then things get tricky…

I suggest a threesome.

– Scott Sandwich

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