Poem: Just You Wait Til I Get You Home
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JUST YOU WAIT TIL I GET YOU HOME
I once saw the lead singer of the Pet Shop Boys sat across from me on the District Line. Me and the kids were heading back from lunch with my wife at a Garfunkels. West End Girls played in the background and I uttered some asinine observation about how their shows used elaborate staging because the duo themselves were so inert.
And here he was in front of me, an hour later, slumped in his seat without any dancers or lasers to distract from his obvious knowledge that I was trying to take a sneaky picture as my free hand fumbled to keep my toddler from destroying the communal furniture.