Death by Drowning : 7 stanzas each of 4 lines about a drunk and his memories.
In every Public Bar I’ve been
He’s always been there drinking.
A shapeless, toothless pile of rags,
The air around him stinking.
His dirt-encrusted fingers round
A beer he’s nursed for hours,
Ignoring well-dressed businessmen
Who sip at whisky-sours.