There Goes Jack “stella Wifebeater” Jones Poem by Cecelia GrantPeters

There Goes Jack “Stella Wifebeater” Jones
Off into the Pub
Going to moan about his ex
And maybe grab some Grub.
Might nag about the Polish
Taking his nonexistent Job
Might snort a bit of Percy
And scrounge a couple a Bob,
Enough to buy another pint or two
Or three or four, or more,
In time to go home to his kids
And kick in their front Door.

There goes Jonesy Wifebeater
Trying to get his High
His wife’s at work
The kids at school,
Now let’s see what he could buy,
A snort of Charlie, a spliff, a pint oh bless
Some speed, some super skunk no less.
Oh dear can’t take the hint
The Barman won’t serve you another pint
Your slate’s too high, you’re Skint,
So it’s Time to blame the Polish
For your nonexistent Job
Time to blame the ex wife
And scrounge a couple a Bob.
Time to moan - Time to Complain
Time to drink and snort Cocaine.
Closing time - Go back home to your bruised eye over loving
Wife, ......Time to ignore your kids
Oh such trouble and strife.

There goes Jonesy Wifebeater
Struggling as he goes
Liver damaged by the drink
Charlie up his nose.
A sad and angry figure
Listen how he moans.
There goes Jonesy Wifebeater.......All on his Jack Jones.

19th July 2009