Two Down’s Boys

 Here we are

in our aprons,

dripping lemonade.

People are peeping

and, in the restaurant, tittle tattle

leather skirts and thunderbolt words,

politics, bible and bartered

avocado and prawns.

But we are munching oily chips,

fit and fat,

bellowing hip-hop

from our chambered hearts

- magnificent brotherhood.

That’s where we’re at.