.....Grace And Party Favour Poem by NikMorgan ...

All I see are stone faces
Carved by disapproval
Blinkered to all but their critical mass
Like a home team ref
So quick to judge

They tell me to keep off the grass
To follow the path to moral substance
The voice of reason is repetitively mundane
I’ve heard it all before

Hypocritical hippies
Faking righteous indignation
On their trips though life
They forgot where they’d been
The straight is so narrow
Now they are lost on a one way street
In pious masks they hide who they are

It’s a lot less greener on the other side
Where the grass is cut short
And the dipsomaniac rivers flow

Blessed are the brewers
For Jesus turned water into wine
Worshipping to excess
Bingeing and brawling
The miracle of alcohol is plain to see

Weekenders meeting their own weak end
Skin fulled
They clutter the gutter
Habitual black sheep
Till Sunday
When they are born again and again
Spending their Sabbaths seeking salvation
Clearing their consciences
Vowing temperance
Till Monday comes
And they’re bored again