Pleasant Night Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Pleasant Night



So here we go again, another drink –
My seventh pint and now I'm glowing pink.
I roll around and laugh at not sure what,
But find myself a cosy little spot
To slump and vomit – grinning all the while.
And hurling up my final ounce of bile,
I start to squawk and crow a sort of song -
Unaware of my repugnant pong.
The bouncer grabs my shoulders fair and square
And hauls me through the door without a care.
I've had my fill and now I'm in the street,
Sprawled along the gutter, when I meet
Another loser, just the same as me.
We nod and murmur, full of drunken glee.
And so I place my life upon the fringe
In yet another night out on the binge…




Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009

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