invited out, “you about to clown around town? Its my birthday baby, don’t say maybe.” Maybe yes then, better buy beer then, have some fun, check my funds, 12 pound 31… fuck, no luck, but nah nah its fine, it doesn’t matter because people were murdered in Paris today.
its cold but hearts and hands warm to the thought of seeing old mates, this’ll be great, I’m at her gate, at her door, predrink excitement make me forget to think about my sore fingertips, ding dong, birthday girl opens singing a song, she’s gone, “hey! youre first here” “oh yeah, will the others be long? They near?” “nah man its just us” fuck, no luck, but nah I’m not fussed, it doesn’t matter because people were murdered in Paris today.
pissed again, familiar feelings, similar sights, streetlights fight with the night sky for the right to reside in my blind drunk eyes, its a blur, I find my legs hurling me forward running for a bus, I’m a gust of wind, eat my dust, must make this, i can make this, I’m gonna make this… We fucking miss it. Shit. Feel like a tit. But it don’t mean a thing because I can sit here and I can sweat, i can pant, far away from the breathless threat of death. It doesn’t matter because people were murdered in Paris today.
wub wub wub, in the club, looking for love, bound around like an exciteable cub, I’ve found her, my angel, sent from above, I tell her “youre beautiful, you and i are pretty suitable” or words to that effect, but she just shakes her head and my imaginations are replaced with visions of an empty bed, my happy future becomes a bleak dread. But nah, ignore what I said, at least I have a future to fill, unlike those sons cut down with guns, unlike those daughters slaughtered for no reason so it doesn’t matter because people were murdered in Paris today
toes hurt, thanks shoes, as I don’t make the last tube, n44 take me home, alone, to nowhere near my front door but i can’t be sore because ill be safe where I stay, unlike those preyed on, those who were forever now gone. It doesn’t matter because people were murdered in Paris today
a boozy head spins on the pillow, blood and beer pound like a recent bass in my ears, tears wet my cheeks thinking those poor souls are there and I’m here but it doesn’t matter because people were murdered in Paris today
hope shattered, heart in tatters but it doesn’t matter because people were murdered in Paris today
your iPhone’s run out of battery, it doesn’t matter
the milks gone off, it doesn’t matter
you burnt your toast, it doesn’t matter
It doesn’t matter because people were murdered in Paris today
It doesn’t matter because people were murdered in Paris today
tom butlers writing 
Thank you for this.
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