Mr. Trevor wakes up every morning at 8 o’clock
He wears his trench coat and his hat, and leaves the apartment
He lights a cigarette, while walking down Sunrise Avenue
He enters the Quick stop and buys the cheapest wine
He stops for a coffee at Melanie’s, a French one with extra milk
He bargains the bill and manages to pay less
He stops at the video club and orders a porn
Late in the evening, he usually feels hungry
He eats a Big Mac and drinks a diet Cola
Sometimes, he reads the news along with his meal
He separates the money, which he intends to bet
He circles the matches, which seems profitable
Puts the newspaper under his smelly armpit
And he takes a walk on the park.
After he has bet his money and paid some of his bills
Mr. Trevor goes back to his filthy hole
He carries a bag with tacos and wine
He takes off his shoes, he doesn’t mind the smell
He makes himself comfortable, in front of his TV
He’s serving himself a glass of cheap red wine
He waits for the game, which is about to start.
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