Standing on Buchannan trying to write a line
Listening to my favourite person 'shine'
Friday night friends doing all sorts of lines
That irresponsible drug scene just isn't mines
Never know, one day it won't be 'fine'
Especially when your putting your life up for grabs
It's slowly approaching quarter to nine
Someone pass me the ****** wine
The thought of alcohol is surely a sign
That I'm alive, the future will be absolutely fine
Looking back, I wish I'd done that ****** line!
Standing outside Buchanan Galleries, it's raining and I thought I'd write my first comical poem, playing with 'ine' words. It's not deep, it's not good it's just purely experimental. The poem is inspired by parties that I've been to that I never really enjoyed.
