Violence, Drugs, Booze and Love

 See,

One night we were talking right

Talking bout the world

And things we knew f**k

All about….

Fings and places that we all

Had an opinion on, or

Some issue that we were convinced

We’d some velocity of authority

On a subject that in reality

Was as close to us,

As the solar system….

Anyway,

There we was

Me, Gary, Neville and Clarky

Sat round Gary’s gaff, in front

Of the tele, loosely arranged

On the sofa’s,

Talking s**t, in-between games

On the Play station and the

DVD of Ghost Dog

While before us was

Gary’s large, antiquated coffee table

Worn, chipped and stained

That was strewn with

King Rizzlas, tobacco, full cans

Empty cans and remnants of coke…

There we was talking crap,

When out of the blue,

Our phrases

Became decent sentences,

Neville told us

That H.J

Had got caught by the old bill

With some puff on him

Got 3 months community service

Yet while he was serving it

Ended up dealing more drugs

Than he’d ever dealt before

Yep, I swear to ya

Old H.J,

He loved community service

Said it was the best opening

He’d ever had!

The most productive bit a business

He’d ever experienced…

We all laughed,

In our stoned drunken haze –

Clarky then mentioned

Some neighbour’s cat

That had been shitting

In his brother’s garden,

And how his little

Nephew Charlie, had

Picked a load up and

Almost gone blind!

How mentals that! we cried,

F*****g out of order!

So his brother

Went round to his neighbour

And politely asked

How could they remedy

The situation, but

His neighbour shut the door

Shut it in his face, didn’t

Wanna know, na, couldn’t

Give a toss –

So,

Clarky’s brother lost it

Lost it big time

Specially when little Charlie

Picked up another load of it –

So,

So you know what he done?

Na – Na – Na – we said

You’ll never guess what,

He only poisoned the

Poxy thing, yeah

Tried to kill the feline

F****r – Enticed it over

With a plate of fish,

Laced with rat poison –

Na – Na – leave it out –

Yeah, I swear to ya –

Thing is, Clarky continued

Is the bloody fing ate the

Lot, but survived!

Na –

Yeah –

Na –

Yeah –

He coughed up a load of blood

And crawled off.

That’s it me brother thought

He’s dead, no more bother

From the flea ridden thing

But!

Next day right

Next day, there it was

Shitting on his back lawn

Na – Na way!

Yeah, I swear

So what’d he do?

We’ll enoughs enough right,

I mean, his boy

Could go blind couldn’t he –

So what’d he do?

He got a shovel and

Smacked it round the head,

Killed it –

Na. F**k off!

Yeah I swear to ya –

That’s mad, mental, mad –

Yeah, he put it

In a bag and buried it

Down the park!

 

I took a swig of lager

From a warm can,

Gary handed me a joint

And I puffed –

Trying to hold it down

For as long as possible,

Before subsiding into

The flowered patterned sofa –

Constructively stoned

In the brown council flat –

 

Then Gary arose

From his comatose slump

His eyes blinked furiously

Like an electrical storm –

D’ya remember, d’ya remember?

That boy at school

Two years below us

Who went f*****g mental!

Yeah, yeah I said

The one who found

His mum dead!

Yeah the dad had gone crazy

Fucked up on crack

Killed the mum

Hacked off her head

Yeah, yeah that’s right,

We all cried, as we recalled

The story,

Of the poor fuckers plight –

He came home from school

Found her dead, found her dead

Minus her head -

His dad had hung her up,

Pinned her on the bathroom door

Hung her by her dressing gown,

Dangling without her head -

“Christ!” Clarky cried

Imagine the sight and mess,

Imagine the bloody mess

There without her head!

No wonder he went mad

No wonder he lost it bad

No wonder he’s mad, sad, sad, sad -

And then we all sat

In silence –

Reflecting,

On the colossal impact

Such violence could leave

On the depressing attributes

From our society in need –

 

We all took a drag

We all sunk a beer

And then

They all looked to me

And demanded a tale

“Come on Mickey,

Your turn,” they cried

Baying for a story

Of aggression and pride –

But,

As I mustered the words

My pals were desperate to hear

I could feel,

Another load of

Letter’s, joining up together

A fusion of words

Joining into one

“See lads,” I said

Somewhat confused

“See lads, I erh, I…”

My mind was heavy

My speech weighed a tonne

“I’ve met some new bird,
I think I’m in love!”

They all sat in silence

Then proceeded to laugh

Pissed ‘em self’s laughing

Hysterical berks!