pale ale or barley wine, bitter, mild and stout
chilled house wines in red or white or cider for the lady
brandies, vodka, armagnac, and whiskies jostle the gin
where gleaming glass met sparkling brass and voices made the din
the classroom of humility, humour, hope and levity
all Doppler shifted overnight, a theme pub nightmare, England's blight
now salitos, V2s, alcopops and bouncers on the door
draught beers, colder than the grave, the video juke, all techno rave
while it's two for one, happy hour has gone, with chewing gum on the floor
cocky kids with coke caked noses, throwing bottles and striking poses
eat cheesy chips and chicken things with blue ketchup and onion rings
while hoodies hook the latest mark. They'll follow him home, when it goes dark
all under the ever watchful eyes of the sightless electronic spies