The Champion of the Under-Dogs (A poem for Tattoo Jack)

Its Turkish Gary at the final

corner in the lead

And He's on for

A Monkey If it comes in

The grey  faced man at the track side

 Drops his cigarette

And clenches his grasp

On the ticket

Burning a hole

In his plastic Coque Sportiv Jacket

In the process

The dust kicks up around Turkish Gary’s heels

And his resolve is still

And

defiant

Then A bump a slight

Hitch in the Track

And

Turkish Gary Falls Lame

Breaking His

Heel

A Quick Shot in the head and a swift exit

will end this 

Turkish Delight

And the

Grey Faced Man

Lossens His Grip on the ticket

And clentches his Face

He Turns around and Takes What is Left From his

Hip Flask.

Out in the Carpark

His Cavalier awaits

grey and Un Taxed

He Gets in

Reaches His hand

Under the

Seat

He Grabs

At it and misses

Grabs at it again

And looks up

Taking one last look

At the Champion Underdog

That  soldier of fortune

With his golden ticket

That Hot tip

Thats was going

To Save him

He Winces

exhales

AND PULLS THE TRIGGER

BANG!