Out On The Town

| Filed under

Contributor: Paul Tristram

- -
My pay is in my pocket
My new shirt’s upon my back.
Another week of work is over
Time to give sobriety the sack.
The thirst is taking over
I’ve got that Friday feeling again.
It’s time to lose control
It’s time to go insane.

I’ll take a cold Stella can walk
I’m a one man party cruiser.
All the boys are meeting at eight
In our infamous local boozer.
The police are out in numbers
But that doesn’t bother me tonight.
It’s not trouble with the law, I’m looking for
It’s soberness I want to fight.

Give me cider, give me lager
Give me Newcastle Brown.
I’ll drink them all dry
When I’m out on the town.
No one is going to stop me
I’ve waited all week for this night.
If I remember the end of it
Then it did not end right!

I don’t care what you say
It’s not over when the fat lady sings.
It’s over twenty minutes after
The closing time bell rings.
So Get Them In!

- - -
Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.


Powered by Blogger.