Dadaist Poem

5am,

Girl friend’s rosé,

Fight requests and twisted legs,

Even I get stood,

Clearly awkward,

Everything is such private.

Olympic Sunday,

Your cuts get invited,

Senior scratch cigarettes,

Too wild,

Friend viewing smells drunk,

Bonfire adventure and I remember.

Don’t face,

3pm I sleep in trash,

Cosmopolitan weekends,

Expensive rooftops on bottles,

Bleed and is banned,

Floor hygiene.