A Northern Night Out

A voice in the mirror, God your good looking The gladiators chin And the eyes of Perseus Captured in the energy of youth This night belongs to him But love has many players Its Intoxication is addictive Saturday night on the town Wildlife on display From the liar bird to the labra doodle, To the lion and the jackals Each eyeing the herds of Wilder beasts, Displaying their courtship rituals Dancing round the sacred handbags. Ready to stampede at The sound of last orders please Glances across the dance floor The weak and easy, singled out The outcome uncertain, the winner Destined for passion, or maybe more The loser, to sit alone on the bus home, That miserable face in the window That passes by as you cross the road. Consolation found in a cold kebab And just one last thought, As you burp, before that lager sleep Mirror, mirror on the wall You tell lies.