The apprentice alcoholic and the cheerful Nihilist

It's o' clock ,The clock ticks    
A crisp packet screams ,A glass is clinked    
There's a spider ,Motionless    
On flowery wallpaper,waiting    
     
Watching Dust cascade ,sunbeam existence,    
I drink deep,just for a second it's gone    
A blue lorry flashes by the window    
The clock  ticks,    
     
"what's with all this moaning nowdays" he says    
"All this hand wringing ,playing the crying game    
Will not change the nature of the void"    
He pauses,    
Turns his eyes to a vacant heaven    
"And cynics are fools who believe
 there something Better outside their own exsistence"    
 "No point queuing for oblivion    
 sober    
With a big serious head on ya."I say    
     
He laughs and I scratch,    
     
The spider is cocooning it' s prey,    
My glass is empty.