The Cost of Living High..

 Drugs and Beer and Bad Intentions    
   
   
Dogs sit around the pool table    
the type of people who are not completely stable    
drugs and beer and bad intention    
a weekly meet of the villain’s convention    
admission granted if you’re rough and mean    
or a silly pawn, overly keen    
to impress the man who waves the cash    
as he orders kids to hide his stash    
The landlord’s nose is full of coke    
he doesn’t care about the herbal smoke    
   
A gang walk in from out of town    
buy their drinks and start to clown    
The atmosphere had all but dropped    
idle  chat swiftly stopped    
the landlord took a well timed break    
to powder his nose with South American flake    
a jester puts his money down    
fails to see the pit bulls frown    
his friend is up and full of talk    
they’ll soon find out if he can walk the walk    
   
As the jester positioned to take his shot    
he accidentally knocks a pot    
a dog barks out, you spilt my drink    
the gang they had no time to think    
The jester’s face was splashed with beer    
broken glass, blood and fear    
now the talker doesn’t walk but run    
for the beating he’ll receive, he knows it won’t be fun    
as he makes it out the door he knows    
it’s everyman for himself and that’s the way it goes    
   
When the landlord returns to survey the mess    
he doesn’t want to know, and wont even hazard a guess    
no one’s left expect three beaten men    
and a copper who moans, not this again    
you better mop the floor and call an ambulance    
sort us a line, let’s have a dance    
An hour later everyone’s back in    
change of clothes, that’s where they’ve been    
they know the landlord, he won’t say nowt    
if he does, some cunt will spark him out    
  

A performer I became  
dancing on a stage  
proving my best friend  
from an early age  
   
Warm comfort you offered  
a magic, simply flawless  
unquiet and fretful  
you presented solace  
   
Until I was betrayed  
I saw you as my saviour  
yet quickly losing place  
you failed to be my armour  
   
You seized my soul  
as if it was a gift  
left me on the ocean  
simply set adrift  
   
   

I am pleading in this squat    
Crawling on the floor    
Impatiently awaiting    
Hoping of your score    
   
My heart furiously pounds    
You are absent; no not here  
In a twisted panic    
I know you are not near    
   
Caring not for safety    
Addiction leads the way    
Yet I beg only to find you    
Whatever, I will pay    
   
Frantically I search    
Into the dragon’s den    
Needle in your arm    
I am left alone again