Donut

for a while there

Donut had the key

to his knackers

but it was all display

Blondie was a closet case

who hid his true vocation

behind a heterosexual smoke screen

but it was a thin veneer

which fooled no-one but Donut

she was a grade A junkie

who professed a grade B love

for her young suitor

her man Donny found out

but he was supposed to

he reckoned he was

going to get basic

on Blondie’s arse

and I could understand his feelings

but I told him the road to Blondie

ran through me, so he backed off

I liked the man

he was a decent sort

who carried his own burdens

like a man

not all junkies are thieves

most are just ordinary people

with monkeys to feed

anyway, Donut heard about

my conversation with Donny

and immediately switched tack

I was round there one day

looking for a little hash

and she was crying about Blondie

who’d been giving her space recently

I put my arm around her, as you do

when Donny returned

and she pushed me away saying:

“No Johnny, I won’t fuck you!”

I was amazed, then amused

you see, it was all about Donny

it was all about power

Donny was giving me the hard look

which made things even more amusing

from my perspective

I left with peals of laughter trailing

but I did not return

for the matinee performance