Love letters from the council estate boys

1.
Lady in orange we like you
No real reason
Just your treble clef curves
Those playground heels
The way your hair foofs
Like a TV commercial come
To life
The bow’n’arrow smile
The narrowed eyes
That bag slung over your shoulder shouts
money

2.
You are my perfect woman.
Come out with me.
Here is my phone number.
I have a job.

Death Sports

There are no excuses for us.
We are still the savage species
thrilling to
dog fights
bear baiting
cock fighting.
Death sports.
The fall of the fortunate
our enemies hacked to death.
Not even our enemies
The cats in the sack
ignite

We must know
the law is an ass.
We 
only believe
in the mob.