My
whole intention is to make an impression
Words
are my tools and this verse my invention
I
want you to focus and know this, G,
Put
down your mobiles and notice me
won't
let you forget me or file this indefinitely
fade
into the past like a minor celebrity
I'll
do what I can to stake my claim
Shout
from the hilltops to make my name
A
struggling writer, not angry or bitter
Not
yet well known but still handy on Twitter
Dispensing
what you need like a pharmacy
that's
why I'm being followed by Clara G
and
Amy Reid
and David Dunne
Names
familiar to maybe some
spinning
my name out like a digital frisbee
I
look at my life with a different framing
Every
weekend, this city is changing
Last
weekend I rolled to Bar 38
I
needed a drink, I was thirsty, mate
When
I got to the door, the bar was all new to me
The
name of the place had changed to Purity
Punters
arrived and lots of them swarmed
The
bar is a shelter like a rock in a storm
On
house music once the city had thrived
then
in 2011 the scene all but died
Only
this bar was still pumping out tunes
The
DJ performed in the underground room
Bini's
a legend, her views are insightful
She
claims Peter Street is due a revival
The
rest of the road is just units for let
Didn't
go long ago, no? You missed the best
Beautiful
women, relaxed atmosphere,
Easy
to pull if you didn't have no fear
I
won't shed a tear over the way the era faded away
I
want it back is all I can say.
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