out in the bathtubs of motorway hotels,
there you were, with muckabout kisses,
sharking for the snappers, before hell

opened up for you and the weepy sores
of after-fame appeared, the haphazardry
and dwindling after three limelit years,

recognised with catcalls, wads of spit,
a nightclub fist, the scant camaraderie
melts fast, like your flat on Air Street,

the lhasa apso pups, the wraps and lines
of chang, the poster pull-outs, spray tan
smiles. It`s paunch and palimony time

on Lucifer`s leash. But for a madcap few
who cling, thin soup, one pillow Britain
is simmering with hatred, just for you

Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you. You just gotta find the ones worth suffering for. -Bob Marley