20 Sided Dice

Black nail varnish on the fingers of one hand.
A thousand pages of instructions that I’ll never understand.
You love the crow, your leather jacket comes down far to low and cradle of filth are your favourite band.

You play your games,
But that won’t get you laid.
Exchange your little plastic men for a girlfriend.

Virgin, still, at twenty seven, that tape measure by your side.
I bet you role-play at the weekend in some ridiculous disguise.

© ONE DAY ELLIOTT 2006