Pleasant Night

So here we go again, another drink – My seventh pint and now I'm glowing pink. I roll around and laugh at not sure what, But find myself a cosy little spot To slump and vomit – grinning all the while. And hurling up my final ounce of bile, I start to squawk and crow a sort of song - Unaware of my repugnant pong. The bouncer grabs my shoulders fair and square And hauls me through the door without a care. I've had my fill and now I'm in the street, Sprawled along the gutter, when I meet Another loser, just the same as me. We nod and murmur, full of drunken glee. And so I place my life upon the fringe In yet another night out on the binge… Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009