"tennents" poems
One more spike, a bit more gear
one more tin of Tennents beer and
one more monkey laughs at me
I see only what I want to see.
If only I could see at all,
I wouldn't bang my head against the
walls that are not there
wouldn't pull my hair out at the roots.
I shoot another fix of pick me up to fall
into a rapture,
which captures my imagination
and disseminates the information seen through eyes that
do not see,
into a brain which to all intents and purposes,
no longer belongs to me.
I would be and will be one day,
okay maybe not today but one day when the
movements of the stars align my sun will shine
and I'll be fine.
I tell myself these things
it brings me comfort when there's nothing more that
I can lose,
sometimes I whistle too and as I buy more tins,
more gear and pins
these things begin again.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
in my pressence
you'll see me drinking tennents
in the pub
not in a nightclub
switching to whiskey
its quite risky
because i get frisky
so i'll drink gin
it is a sin
i just cant win
had some smirnoff
now im about to fall off
my bar stool
as i go to play pool
looking like a fool
i stumple out the bar
and aproch my car
the big five o in the far
see me and take action
i try to make a distraction
so i can start my extraction
this sparks an unwanted attraction
from the faction and an interaction
i start to fight
and notice his hight
i was like oh *****
Now getting lifted
which i kinda requested
as i shouted i was being molested
canna believe that the peev
on this fine eve had made me nieve
as i greave in the car with police
as i waint for release
started with a pint of tennents
and ended with a custodial sentence
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC