Steven Harris

A Night On The Town. - Poem by Steven Harris

Walking around the city at this time
3: 30am and the poeple pour out
walk around the town drunk, cold and looking for a way home
the night on the town is over
poeple fall over
pissing in shop doorways
cut lips and sexy girls hips
men fighting
women fighting
the police dragging wasted bodies to vans
students throwing up everything they drank
takeaways full of bodies
intoxicated bodies
the left over thrown to the floor for the birds to get their share
tears fill the eyes of girls because they cant get a cab
a men scrounge for the last taxi home
poeple want more
but there nowhere to go now
but home
the fights, the sickness and the tears will be forgotten when we wake up
but it will be at a cost
a bad head
this is the culture we live
this is life in the town
every week
all the same.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, April 29, 2013

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