the end, Davey knew
he had taken a fall;
but what more could he do?
Had he then seen it all?
Without any treatment,
not given a drug,
he saw what defeat meant
and gave it a shrug.
Anyway, on to bigger and not so much better things as the days wore on amid the shop din, Davey with fetter could see through the haze;
with his nights he continued to sin.
Ethanol-laced beverages did indeed mollify the pain as his back and neck slowly healed.
He couldn't help thinking back to that hilarious brief conversation with Waggerwall's receptionist.