4 Fibs

I
would
love sex
but of course
it is up to you.
What was it you said your name was?

That
cold
wind has
shot straight up my kilt
and is fast freezing my nuts off.

Pissed,
broke,
thrown out
of the pub;
too early for home
to late to go anywhere else.

That
beer
is rank
and has filled
me with bloody wind;
oops, God; make that diarrhoea