Weak tea.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen such weak 

excuse for tea reading Poured from double 

washed blue wellies by the sea 

Dancing in somebody else’s foot prints 

if you were worth Hunting I’d not be seen 

rubber free and moving naked along the tide

the corset blowing out on the motorway 

across the common law name for zebra 

Shadowing you in the light watching the milk duds 

That woad be tide the world if they strike 

A flint to the music of empty student literacy.