Victory Gin

When I was a boy I had no idea
what I wanted to be
if I grew up.
I'm not sure now if it was a dream or a nightmare
but I thought I'd end up like George Orwell.

But my idea of being George Orwell was really being Winston Smith
a quiet rebel trapped in a hell
Secretly bashing away at his typewriter
alone in his room
in Victory Mansions
smoking Victory Cigarettes
crying gin-scented tears
Defeated.
Finding happy endings impossible.
Hey!
That's me.