Note: this is a completely fictional piece written in character and in period.
We shared chips and gravy
On our way home to mine
Our whole hot mess
Had its beginning that time
We’d met at Fagins nightclub
Blind-drunk, deaf and shouting
From the start it was a hot mess
Of music, drugs, booze and BO
Like chop suey falling on a sofa
You seeped into my upholstery
Making an irreversible hot mess
As enjoyable as a dental abscess
You were like a casserole on a rug
Warm, wholesome and inedible
It was never more than a hot mess
A shitshow from day one
We assembled the ingredients
And then fuck up the recipe
But the chaos was no aphrodisiac
It was as erotic as chemotherapy
It was a hot mess
A shitty throw-together meal
While the mess got messier
The hotness got less and less
It was a hot mess
It filled some primitive needs
But like an emotional pot noodle
It would never pass the test. ■