noservices kids at the back of the cinema mobile bluie squares ushers worth only their five fifty an hour worth only their txt messages in the staff room, their cigarettes out the window their no fucking customer service, no fucking pride of fuction, no fucking caring, no sense of purpose their basically, basically, basically, basically, basicallys their what are you wearings, their bonds, dukes, icon, and divas their ladies get in free, drink all night, a coloured fucking floor the, I cant believe he did that, the hes such a pricks and the fucking glazed barstaff, UNIMPRESSED no fucking way to communicate putting the note into my hand first, then the 20ps on top she puts the note first. then the change on top cold semen on her inside leg my seething shitmouth as I awkwardly slide out the note from beneath the change and stretch my jaw, bare my teeth, yoking out a cunt you are the pizza menu in my wallet; where a girlfriends picture should be you are the routines, and the hostility you are my last chance at a just life sounding like a cunt trying to impress us