Wonder Where It All Went Wrong. Poem by Steven Harris

I stand there for about half an hour
waiting to get in this club
i'm freezing my balls off
all the pretty girls itching to get in
all i want to do is go to a smelly old pub
and sit their and wonder where it all went wrong
and watch the old bums sing to themselves
those old guys who worked everyway bone in their body
they have lived more than me
and all these shells outside this club
the line moving
its time to go in
i wont be dancing
the music sucks
and the poeple fill me with rage
i'll just down as much as i can
and hopefully i'll get kicked out
and i can leave this shell
and move on and fall asleep
and next week do it all again.