We drank beer all day

Some of us were ex monks

Like X prisoners

Doing time

We would go haunt the

Hotel down the road

Play havoc with

The advertising men and women

Of the flying duck

We were like the James gang

Notorious

We made sure those advertising

Bastards felt shame for their

Existence

We lived in a house that was once

A hospital

The house had a strange smell

Like puke

We would cook our food

In partitioned dogboxes

Most people don’t know these

Places exist but they do

The landlord he didn’t care

We were money.