Chavsville Saturday Night

She lies unconscious in a pool of pavement puke knickers showing I don’t want to look
Squatting beside her lighting a cig her mate grins ‘Hi love you fancy a shag?’
Giggles, she’s drunk too the hopeless aiding the helpless.

Down the street by the Bright Lights Club two lads fresh from the pub
Argue with the doorman burly, voices angry attitudes surly
he won’t let them in, tries to be pleasant but it’s no win. The police turn up try to reason but it’s Saturday night in Chavsville’s not the season for reason. Warned repeatedly won’t go away they want more booze, they want to play.

Bundled cuffed and cursing into the van I’m going to have your arsehole man it’s false arrest the drunks protest
Yeah? You were warned to go away so now we’ll do it our way, overnight stay. Magistrates court tomorrow all hung over steeped in sorrow

In the clubs the music blaring guzzling shots eyes staring totally drunk then dance uncaring
No regard for any but hedonistic pursuits no morals no roots me first, me now adorned in gaudy fashion tatters we’re young that’s all that matters.  We need a bit of fun, a bit of weed, a couple of happy pills cures all ills.

Only a fool don’t want to look cool in front of others youthful  to be truthful they're just following sisters, brothers and to hell with everything they’re just taking over from fathers and mothers who in their day went a similar way and, seemingly, got away with it so why give a shit?

She’s seventeen in the toilets feeling ill took a happy pill staggers then slides down the wall, emergency call.
Blue lights flash sirens crash through the noisy unforgiving  night address her plight. Too late! Mouth to mouth, massage her chest, defibrillate, cardiac arrest, they did their best.

Dead at seventeen poor teenage queen local papers say she was a nice girl, an A grade student just imprudent bad reaction to a pill not often that it will kill. She looks cool now dead cool on a slab poor fool.

Her single parent mum left to grieve finds it hard to believe “She’d do anything for anyone she was my angel now she’s gone.”

Facebook-Falsebook messages so sad crocodile tears but secretly they’re glad it was her and not them. Still their way of life will always condemn the unlucky few what can you do?
Arrange to meet up next Saturday night get smashed, dance and pop some pills to make it right.

Welcome to Chavsville everywhere Saturday night