IS THIS HELL?

Two fifty two hearing morning dregs
To drunk to stand together shaky legs
Tomorrow's work days here skiving
At least they'll be sleeping it of not driving

Why do party revellers not care
About the ordinary fellas
Trying to earn a decent crust
everyday, Trying to keep poverty
at bay

Three o'clock in the morning
To tired to sleep still yawning
Why are they tittering snivel
I've never heard such drivel

Oh good there moving on
I'll try to sleep before the morn
With all their bantering who can tell
I thought I had woken up in hell

Maybe I have




Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-05-26 at 01:16

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