Roger McGough -- Vinegar

sometimes

i feel like a priest

in a fish & chips queue

quietly thinking

as the vinegar runs through

how nice it would be

to buy supper for two

Roger McGough -- You and I

I explain quietly. You

hear me shouting. You

try a new tack. I

feel old wounds reopen.

You see both sides. I

see your blinkers. I

am placatory. You

sense a new selfishness.

I am a dove. You

recognize the hawk. You

offer an olive branch. I

feel the thorns.

You bleed. I

see crocodile tears. I

withdraw. You

reel from the impact.