3am
reduced to clear
pikelets with jam
Greek elections
on the tele

I’d take a shot of ouzo
everytime a journo tells me
I’m going to go bankrupt
but I can’t afford any

In the morning,
Greeks wake up late,
a seedy film on their skin

Don’t need to drink
ouzo, to know what
an Athenian hangover
feels like

Bankers bloated from binging
on unnecessary midnight snacks
the rest peer into fridges
searching for scraps

the bankruptcy notice
waiting on the table
to take everything
they don’t have