Good Friday Poem by Patrick O'Reilly

Good Friday night
We went into the city
To meet with this girl
From way back in my history
And I took your last dime
Just for one glass of whiskey
And we had to walk home
Cause we couldn't afford a taxi
And I never got tight
So Good Friday was the worst night of my life

Good Friday night
We went in to the city
Walked down by the waterfront
Where the traffic was screaming
And you took our picture
As I tried to kiss you
And the cars honked their horns
Like we should be embarassed
For kissing by a freighter
And the wind felt all cold
And I felt as guilty
As a child with a knife
Good Friday was the worst night of my life

When we got through the door
It was only 2: 30
It would have been later
If we hadn't left early
And I tried saying sorry
For making you love me
Which made me think you were stupid
And for robbing you blind
Cause Good Friday was the worst night of my life