she is tuneless
but still beautiful
yet he will remove his trousers and willy
without warning
she can't stop walking
and he will tell you to fuck off
with a smile and a wave
but this is where they all gather
with their blurred minds
the slowly forgetting relatives
who offer nothing to this day
but the odour of urine
or a gravy covered chin
their memories are caught
like needles in grooves
endlessly repeating
as their lives slowly
count backwards
to their mother's womb
