Treasure Island

GRANT FRASER

(JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

A drink...


I'm not sure if you
feel it like I do?

people go down
every minute,

but is it meant?

accept your premise,

whether your a bum,
a junkie, a Judge,
the Queen of England,

struggle with trouble
beat the odds,

until you realise
it's all a waste of
your time - anyway!

any grand opera
of thought,
that can teleport
you from one side to
the other,

we love you, ha! ha!

the world is just doing
it's job,

car crashes, marriages,
and all the best,

don't speak of love,
a leak at worst,

catch it in a cup,

precious -

drink - drink -

this instead!

Submitted: Tuesday, April 01, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 01, 2014

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