Another Day Poem by Ripper Jones

We came back to the bedsit at about eleven in the evening
we didn't have a key so we knocked the door
Corky should be in
no answer so Plonk kicked a panel of the door in
'well that was a smart thing to do' I said
'it's better than standing out here all night' he retorted
he put his arm in and opened the door
Corky was in bed with the girl who hung around with the motorbike boys
no wonder he didn't answer the door
everyone knew about her
'can you take a walk around the block boys' he said
so we did
we were men of honour and this was part of our chivalric code

When we came back the gas meter had been broken into
Corky had gone
probably walking the girl home
we waited an hour for him to come back
he came in looking pleased with himself
he said 'here's two pounds each and a two pounds for me boys'
there must have been more than that in the meter
a lot more
it was late and we were tired so we went to bed
we woke up in our flea ridden double bed
and phoned the landlord in the phone box across the road
we told him that there'd been a break in

Corky went out early and came back legless
we were very suspicious
'where'd you get the money from you drunken crook' we asked
he flopped onto the floor unconscious
we decided life was too short
so we left it
it was dole day tomorrow
time to get pissed again