Friday 26 July 2024

The hug and pint bar

 Damaged goods,

Half price. 

Maybe you could fix it, 

By putting yourself in a bowl of rice. 

Sore heads all round tomorrow . 

Your up, your round. 

We'll worry about that tomorrow, 

Eyes scan the crowd

Hoping to see someone. 

Wishing it was more easy 

To talk to women. 

Do you want a drink? 

Then the kind offer to dance. 

But those days are gone 

Heads down checking phones. 

Scared to talk,

Scared. 

Worried the money doesn't go as far. 

The summer never starts round here. 

The rain doesn't stop. 

The bar is loud,

With people drinking to forget. 

Just for one night, 

Forget how shite life gets. 

Car problems, 

On top of endless bills. 

So cheap thrills at a moments glance. 

Forget it all while drinking Pints 

Like shots. 

And shouting at each other our woes, 

Sharing our troubles. 

Knowing it doesn't change it, 

Doesn't make it better. 

No one here has the answers. 

Which makes the booze taste better. 

£60, I'm going to wax the lot. 

Then get the card out

For redbull vod and more shots. 

Full steam ahead no second thoughts. 





Thursday 25 July 2024

The night before tomorrow.

 Up all night

I got demons to fight.

Work all day,

Got bills to pay.

So quiet,

With so much to say.

If I sneezed,

Would you say "bless you".

And would you listen?

If I told you all the things I like about you.

Would you help me?

If I fell?

Be the words on my lips

When I can't speak?

Help me find my dancing feet?

Every monday

 Anyone partying?

I forgot about Monday,

And don't want to stop.

Dont wanna admit,

The future is fuked.

It's best to turn the lights out,

And the heating as well.

Sure as long are you voted to keep

The union and close the sea boarder as well.

They will surely keep us warm.

Safe from harm.

Brexit and all the rest.

The lower class not knowing

That they are lower class.

We fight among each other,

It's all the same.

Point fingers

Always someone else to blame.

We didn't vote,

No point,

But the rich did.

This is why everything is expensive.

They are quids in.

Even dreamers have to wake up.

 As the night gets on,

The songs get sadder.

The moon calls,

But like a fool

I ran away with the stars.

The tears between the scars.

I'd offer everything,

But at some point,

I'm going to have to wake up

From this dream this dream of you.

Did you call dailadrink again?

 Lick the bag

Here,

What's the WiFi code?

Who's Calling dial a drink. 

While over licked lips see shifts.

And no glass of water can help.

Hours become blurred.

Can't even think Of a Sunday roast. 

Because All the gravy in the world,

Can't help.

Anyone know the WiFi code?

And where the charger went?

Pull the curtains,

No one mention Monday.

Just me and the weekend army.

Only me

 At war with myself.

As if you could stay,

When I ruin your perception

Of me.

Left you with just a dream,

Of the person you hoped I was.

When I was indeed just another,

Like another lonely night.

Like being too scared to say,

What's really on our mind.

But I wouldn't mind if you do.

Would it be too much trouble

If you did.

Just an only lonely child,

That's taking their time to.

Sunday 23 June 2024

Monday

 Broke boys club,

We all got the

Job centre sadness.

We all witnessed

Them move the goal post,

And never tell us the rules.

So welcome to, 

Job centre sadness, 

Forget dreams, 

They don't pay the rent. 

Just got to make it to payday, 

Just got to streach out

What we got. 

Make it do, 

Another appointment 

At the job centre, 

Feels like it could destroy you.