Wasted Mcgrasted

Three-thirty post meridian, crystal surroundings;
Conversation, thought, words, questions,
Gather momentum to become decisions
- The target is alcohol, big jugs of beer
To escape from reality and serious fear

Five-thirty post meridian, glass surroundings
The jug is full and so is all the talk
Colourful laughter and more beer is poured
The door of the public house is opened
A large gangly character - in walks Steve Ward

Eight-thirty post meridian, blurred surroundings
- Laughter is loud from the booming musketeers
Confident beer kings are indestructible-living
The tall one goes face to face with a drunk youth
He receives a punch, a graze, a slap a cut

Ten-thirty post meridian, a period of void
Twelve-thirty ante meridian, a period of void
Two-thirty ante meridian, a period of void
Four-thirty ante meridian, a period of void
Twelve midday the world spins, vomiting results

Thoughts of water, grape fruit juice with fizzy water
Paracetamol stops the throbbing dehydration wins
The feeling is indescribable where it all feels empty
A cold bath is run and then in with a splash
I promise never to put myself through this again.