Shingle/ Vinegar/ Under-pier
strokes of cock – undesired
[pills were not dropped after
a fuck]/ Complaints by age-
weighted sunbathers – youth
scum/ Sing to me [when you
can] ’bout zoot suits & sharp
creases [being a Mod wasn’t
about anything honest]/ Gull
calls & chip wrappers – upper
litter still blows into seafront
trippers [they used to ride on
scooters]/ Old Mods look on
as girls bare too much – hard
times of under-pier I-love are
lost – There should be a sign –
Here is Brighton’s least costly
room [a consummated place]
& let every Jimmy there-ever-
was return to savour old spray
[but – I gotta get running now]