The Bar Poem by Steven Harris

Standing around in a bar
surrounded by people i don't know
surrounded by poeple i hate
surrounded by girls who will ignore me
surrounded by girls who will leave with all the pricks
and leaving later, alone again.

Drinking myself away to cool the pain of it all
maybe wake up in the morning with no memory
bad legs and a bad head
and a mysterious bruise on my arm
i wont remember that bar from last night.

Sitting at a table thinking i don't like this place
sitting there thinking i don't like these poeple
most of them don't know how to drink
assortment of coloured vodkas and gins
blue, red and green
none of them know true drink
none of them know how to drink
one shot after anouther
and one blue coloured bottle after anouther
makes me feel shame on them.

I don't know why i come in here
all i want to do is get drunk and leave
and forget about this bar
forget about all these stupid people
forget about the girls who walk away from me
i can't wait to get out of here drunk and alone
as always.

But i know that next week i'll be here again
drinking my own weight in beer
talking about the day with friends
and talking about how much we hate these poeple
and yet again girls will walk away from us
we'll get laughed at by pricks
and get in a fight at the 2 o'clock hour
and wake up in the morning
bad head and a strange bruise on my eye.