I want more

I want more

More clothes, more food, more booze

Once or twice a week seems to be my ration

But its not enough

I’m just not satisfied

Got to keep up with fashion

 

Today I’ve been shopping

I’ve bought this and I’ve bought that

Oh..and I like...this

It looks great on

But sitting here loaded

Surrounded by bags

 full of clothes and other necessary items

I suddenly feel tired

And just a little frightened

 

Anyway it doesn’t matter

Tonight I’m going out to get leathered

Drunk as a skunk

So wasted

I won’t care if I wake up tarred and feathered

 

Then after I’ve had a skin full

Half a bargain bin full

I’ll wake up in the morning

Cold chips on my chest

And vomit all over my vest

 

I’ll say no more....ever

Of lager, vodka or just one more shot

My stomach feels like it’s fit to rot

I’m laying off it

Just need to fart and belch

Roll over and have another snooze

That’s it with me and booze

 

 

 

Then in the morning

I’ll be ready, Bright and breezy

Perhaps the odd sniffle

And my chest a little wheezy

But I’ll be fine to start another week

Face the people in the office, on the train

Pray my eyes don’t give away the strain

Don’t look too much like a freak

And once again

become like superman in the city

 in the office mild and meek 

 

April 2014