Nick Burbridge - Godfather

Iain, you should go.
Get on the damn plane
and hawk in over the
mountains of Switzerland.

Take a taxi and start
spouting French;
Trip up the steps
hammer the doorbell

and when they stand back
gasping walk in
and kiss his wife
with a maniacal grin.

You want to see his new son.
Make a mark on his world.
Be the first friend who left
everything to play with him.

Nick Burbridge

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