Poem #2,696 | I have had enough of Barbie

I have had enough of Barbie
& her pink glittery world –
all
that sparkles isn’t –
Relief is
found in rounds of dark beer
& infectious laughter
[in that
bar on a Portslade pub crawl
after sighting of my rum past
in human form] –
Coupling in
Brighton’s sprawl seems as if
a connatural fall onto a wide
bed
[in your white room] –
as
if an intended relief from my
loneliness –
a retreat from all
that pinkery
[an escape from
my imagined playground] –
I
fell for you on our last round
afore we headed to your bed
[where my real fancy played]