The Dutch

“Every cigarette has a point” she said
I rolled my eyes and wrote

A line about how right she was
although she didn't smoke.

Another time, a different place
I’d pull out all the stops

Write notes and do the pots for her
while she was down the shops.

But I don’t play the game these days
or feel the urge to thank her

And from the outside looking in
I must seem like a wanker.

I maybe am
I understand
But fuck you twice for saying

I did not take your name in vain
When your ego was swaying.

The Doctor said “Get thee to bed”
“And take these with your lunch”

“Your smile is fake
“Your fingers shake”
“I think you’ve got the Dutch”