A song for Steve

A poem for my seamingly 'normal' friend

A song for Steve

 

Wide eyed on the dance floor

I look around and crave for more

Rocking bodies crazy moves

Would you be in my shoes

 

Popping pills snorting coke

This life is no joke

Smiling faces all loved up

Where were you I’m out of luck

 

 

Monday in the West End

Money I can’t afford to spend

BOGOF steals, cocktail deals

Its up to me this is real

 

Party goers all night smokers

Looking round I spy the brokers

Lay me on till pay day

I want to stay around and play

 

Late night bus to Islington

When I get home I hope your in

Clapped out hairdo, body throbbing

My head hurts inside I’m sobbing

 

Monday in the West End

Money I can’t afford to spend

BOGOF steals, cocktail deals

Its up to me this is real

 

Up at 8 I’m in a state

Got to hurry running late

Don my suit Iron my shirt

Everything has gone berserk

 

In the office all looks well

At my desk my head feels swelled

Hello sir, how are you?

Can I put your order through?