The Pub

The Pub

 

They sit around in a crowded pub

Supping beer and smoking cigarettes

What a life they think they have

More like an existence, in reality.

 

The raucous laughter takes over

Music still blaring in the background

They shout louder to be heard

Drink more, and more to feel numb.

 

Their wasted lives just a blur

Always leave their wives at home

Just to be part of the crowd

Pathetic creatures of habit.

 

Arguing over the football results

Making sexual innuendos to the barmaid

Oh, they think they are so funny

What wasters, just real wasters!

 

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

I agree this is humorous to me. Although girl's night out is great!

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. haha! ... what a powerful way to blow their brains out without being violent ... and while being extremely poetic ... excellent work ... and the pic is really perfect for this perfect poem ...

[sarah]

drunks pathetic guys who can't grow up

[Morgan]

very true! good job!

[luciddreamer]

Having worked in a bar....I must agree with this writing...lol
Peace
Robin

[KAREN]

Amen! Write on!!!

[Wondering Mind]

Give me high times over an English pub anytime, even if it's not 4:20

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

here!here! one of the reasons I've always avoided the bar scene~ and the male types who love their teams more than their lovers~