Kerri Shying R # 456 - his black boot planted on her endless satin train

I’m at the Royal Wedding   in my knitted squares blanket

it’s jaunty   tied  at a reckless height  around my shoulders 

I wore the foot-up brace    to stop from tripping

that lame right leg      imagine    me into the back

of the bloke in the Busby   and the Domino  effect

his black boot planted on her endless satin train

it’s all about the prophylaxis   a wedding 

not doing  the stuff that fucks you up  

preparedness to commit to a position   I know

my place in line  my golden ticket     lady luck she’s

in my hand   at last