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Runcible Spoon

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at The Mondrian

 

all the sharp boys on the penthouse terrace

with their sockless loafers and cocaine eyes

 

the would-be models   not dressed

for November and not yet anorexic

 

and a young Boris wannabe sporting

a tweed jacket and an unforgiveable shirt

 

takes a call while pissing his higher

class of piss   what ho old boy what ho

 

Im in a hotel on the river   The Mandarin

or some such   just pointing percy thats all

 

and it occurs to me that perhaps this squawking

buffoon only needs to know about Mondrian

 

when it comes to claiming his inheritance tax

I wash my hands and head for the exit