It’s half past twelve
And all around
The Drunkies head for home
Some are walking
Some are talking
Some are better left alone
Who’re you lookin’ at…

Strangled laughs at jokes unfunny
Strangled bars of song
The Drunkies’ never stuck for money
The Craic keeps rolling on
Two more pints of Craic
And a small Craic with ice
And have one yourself…

To broken homes and broken wives
The Drunkies stagger back
Broken promises, broken noses
Bedroom opens, romance closes
Tears on a pillow not a bed of roses
Have you ’ere a cigarette...


But there’s nuttin’ heavy like...
No Drugs... None o’ that shit...
Only the few pints like...
And the Craic....
Y’ know yourself…



Martin Swords

Martin Swords

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/down-among-the-drunkies/