IS THIS HELL?
Two fifty two hearing morning dregsTo 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
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Written on 2024-05-26 at 01:16
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