Down the Pub

Aloof and on this bar stall steaming
Across a gleaming oak veneer
Sat there quiet tempting spirits imprisoned in glass oval tears

Silent soldiers i salute you all
What shall we speak today

Well war of course within ourselves
 For every battle lost and won

So once again into the madness dear fermented friends its my turn to spin the gun

And as wild words of ardent profess
Hammer forgotten dreams as they manifest
How vulgar they tongue the ear and pepper the walls with their blank deceit
Because my futures sat right here

But behind these yellow eyes that pine and weep
And think not of death
And want not of sleep

But drink and smoke and lament with regret
For self defeating sorrow my withered friend

Has paved this path we've crept

But a mind will labour for what it will
And within sweet distraction lies a moments thrill

For this buxom bar maid cannot leave and must be sweet
So maybe ill stay and offer up a drink

But without discourse or even a smile
Shes met my type before and but a nod is all i give as i order but one more

And as festering bugs that itch drip from my stool
And as her skin begins to crawl
Will i be the one left after the final call

Maybe one last toast to one and all;

To the lost image of an old man smoking
Whezzing in his fag burned chair

Or the Ragged pub dog
Mad and balding
For every hung-out drunk thats pinched a hair

With thick blackened lungs
And a pickled liver

Delirium tremors,
A moments clarity and a shiver

What shall we seek today
Another drink today