With the cappuccino head.
The guy with the jug -- it's his round. Pouring faster than he's been drinking, until now.
But at least he bought one. Site worker or suit wearer looking out from the 45 floor.
Some things are the same.
Not quite enough courage
To hold a clear fizzy drink
With a slice of citrus,
Or a stemmed glass
With a dark maroon cordial.
But if occasion calls
There is amber in a shorter, wider glass
As everyone whets their whiskers
And waxes about peat
Calling each other out
As jack awful
And shaking each other's
Wet hands.
You guys set the precedent
For each other.
And watch the girls drink
From long necks
Calling themselves feminists
To quote a male paradigm.
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