Matthew Densley

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The Drugs And The Booze - Poem by Matthew Densley

What's a Friday night without a chance to unwind
What's a Saturday without a pain pounding head
What's a Weekend without losing our sensible mind
And What's a Monday morning if we didn't feel dead
Is there no better way to have fun instead
Recalling what happened by observing the clues
Like the black eye the ripped shirt and brand new tattoos

My car has a new dent on the bonnet I find
There's a corpse in the morgue who bled out through the head
An arrest warrant with my name has now been signed
But there's a corpse in the morgue who's already dead
Is there no better way to have fun instead
We lose all sense and our thoughts we confuse
Living to die with the drugs and the booze






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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 15, 2011


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