Stench Pits

Homely, safe, friendly
they are my favourite
places.  The voices are
many, the music dulls
their volume.  Smoke
drifts freely, engulfing
all with its perfume.
The amber ale is
downed by the
multitudes, causing
rowdiness and the odd
forgettable memory.
Some hate these
places of cavorting.
Horses for courses
I believe.  But I
enjoy these nights
as much as some
enjoy an unnatural


written by Chich, Chicago's Australian Poet Laureate


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