Peter Hall

Rookie - 311 Points (Sydney, Australia.)

Sea Sick Punk - Poem by Peter Hall

Why do people laugh at jokes
About getting rolling drunk,
Why does a smile come on a face
Thinking of a sea-sick punk?

There’s something wrong with our values
That esteems the money spent,
On fermented rocket fuel
That blasts a soul to hell.

Think of accidents on the road
And innocent loss of life,
Let alone descending relationships
And the bruised and tearful wife.

Hospitals full of patients
With bodies that survive unwell,
Brains that are cooked forever
Locked in emotional cells.

There is no positive argument
That esteems a person drinking,
Lets value what gives life
It’s time for a different thinking.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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