Patsy's Life

Patsy

Patsy thinks of sex, but without faces;

he often thinks this way

because there never was a welcoming face,

so he's never had sex,

and this July he'll be 46.

Patsy lives alone, and is settled in his ways;

people think him strange,

never ask him to join them in the pub

or wherever;

‘he’s getting more peculiar’, they say.

Patsy has an office job;

colleagues bid him good morning at coffee-break

but sit at another table.

He eats his lunch in the Arms bar,

and always sits facing a wall.