Absent Friends

  This is to absent friends

the ones who barley attend

once so prominent in your life

now to busy to call you mate


This is to the adored

by those called

only by their last names

and are shit at drinking games


The ones who enjoy banter

avoid political ranter

and play football every sunday

spending their weekly pay on shinpads


The lad

the glads to be here

in this club 

or in this sticky floored pub


I remember the times you used to call me a mate

used to ring on my door bell

play football till really late

our knees muddy because of all the times we fell


we never used to care for 'poon'

or how often we like to wank

the good days where we used to put 5 pounds notes in to the bank

and call each other 'goon'


take the piss out of school teachers

not fat chicks

and gathering around slags like they are some sort of religious preachers

measuring off each others dicks


as i spent nights reading books

you spent you salary on cheap cider

challenging each other to ride her over there

cheap intoxicated fucks


I got lost in all this male fun

i didn't get a call

just waited by the door with my shin pads

wanting to be one of the lads



◄ Another Cause for DIstress

Some little pieces ►


stella jones

Sat 15th Jan 2011 19:19

really enjoyed how the line below read,
take the piss out of school teachers
not fat chicks,

I have come back to this a few time josh..makes me think life can be shit sometimes, for the most simple of reasons..nice work.

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Fri 14th Jan 2011 20:39

great poem Josh-loved fourth stanza in partic'-not sure bout Ann in shin pads though-you never can tell with that lovely poet'ess-lol! cheers Josh-S.W.

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Ann Foxglove

Fri 14th Jan 2011 18:12

Brought a lump to my throat, that last verse. A bit rough round the edges but hit the spot.

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