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Lockdown Chronicles: Intoxicated Bins, Unexpected Encounters

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drunk man with beer glass sleeping on couch after hangout

Green Times

4 cans of Budweiser. I squeeze
Them into the communal bin,
Full of empty bottles.
90 per cent alcohol I think.

It’s absolutely heaving.
Somebody’s getting real pissed.
A neighbour crept up behind me:
We are on lockdown! she hissed.

Clutching 4 Sauvignon Blanc
Tightly to her chest.
At least we’re helping the planet.
Good day lady. All the best!

At least we’re helping the planet.
Good day lady. All the best!

another poem by skendong: toilet roll apocalypse

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