Can I Have a Pint of Dog Please

Repetition is usually the game
Football was the excuse -
A profusely discerning tale
One that continues to grow
Until the petals froze.
Fosters, Stella Artois and Vodka
The demon form in liquid
And other untouchable drugs.
England versus Brazil. The game.
- St George against poverty.
Jack Nicholson spoke loudly
Aussies yapped in drowly talk
I hatched a plan with Jack
To make a Rock 'n' Roll band
Succeed and reek of money.
Crawled and trawled shabby pubs
Thrown out of two or three
Drunk and disorderly- What me?
Old faces and double hookers
Drinking wine of deep red vine
The liquid earth in it taste.
On our travels hunger struck
While we undertook a mission
To topple motorbikes to the ground
Like sleeping cows without reaction.
The rain piled down. We ran
Running from the Police sirens
Through streets and parks and puddles.
Leather souls on the originator
We escaped this time - how many?
While some were being arrested.
As the rain stopped wetting
Memory flooded back, until -
I saw a Pollock design in rouge
On my shirt that was once white.