A navy blue nervous breakdown.

Living like nocturnal Belfry bats fuelled on booze and nose gay narcotics, we were coming in from nights out as the blue suited businessman were leaving for 6 oclock work ,both of us especially the blue suits ended up having depression and breakdowns. The best way to fight this evil is with humour. The poem I've written is a vain strain of Noel coward on speed. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/ravenheart/message