The Wasted People Poem by Paul Cornell

The Wasted People

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As he sits, the more he drinks, the bar maids pretty hot
And so mind you, is every-girl, who happens by to stop
To sit a while to talk and smile, about a world that’s lost the plot
But as if it’s happening sip by sip the conversation starts to rot
Because as quickly as he tells a lie the next one is forgot
now he’s changing up his notes, from the pay that he jus got
and as they sink, one by one, the coins into the slot
He sighs, and sways side to side, and downs another shot
Landlord looks, and yells at him, “boy you’ve had your lot”
Toilet calls to whiten up, then he tells him he’s feckin not
In the moving cage he goes and bang down goes the lock
He wonders now, as every day he does, when’s he gonna stop
And asks himself if its normal to be drinking,9days on the trot

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Theo Ray 23 December 2009

I like this poem a lot.

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