Who are You?

I remember a friend telling me
of his trip to America,
parking in front of a diner
and being surrounded by
a gang of Hell’s Angels bikers.
Looking concerned
the waitress re-assured him,
don’t worry sir,
they’re all dentists
they come here every Wednesday.

I saw a chap at an open-mic
a right ‘erbert,
tattoos, big hat, multicolour waistcoat
bad language, 
spitting through his beard.
Off stage very popular,
obviously local, people offering drinks
signing his pamphlet,
hard to believe isn't it?
says my friend, you wouldn’t think
he’s the chairman of the bloody council.

So, who are you?
Really!

© Graham Sherwood 07/2018