Laced in strips of a noir film,
Timewarped into the centre
Of 21st Manchester City Centre,
Our 6th adventure began with
A staring confronation
With a hated ex boss
From a job I won’t even put
On my CV
Across St Peters Square
Who I think would have said something
But realised out of that place
I would have likely lamped him,

Then two policeman trying 
To stop a tramp licking coffee
He had just dropped
Onto the floor from his cup
Only to be told
The usual half mumbled 
Something off,

A couple having a near
Punch up in the peace gardens
Which started off 
As a joke
But then went into a heated row
About the size of 
His manhood
Which likely would have annoyed me
If I’d been in his shoes

Then to arrive to confront
A pack of racist jerks
Outside witherspoons
Who were jumping up and down
Like Monkeys let temporary
Out of a Zoo
Half bombed on Acid
Who after abusing you
Told me they were inly 
Having a laugh
And wouldn’t take it off me
When I said they wouldn’t
Have liked it
If I’d done it to them.

Thankfully the meal we had
Returned things to full colour
Instead of a stereotypical
Black and white. 

(6th in a series)