Arthur, Ho, Arthur. Poem by Luke Arthur

Arthur, Ho, Arthur, once proud as a lion
You worked so hard with muscles of iron
Diamond blue eyes and jet raven hair
You’d everything going and free from all care

But you drank it, shank it, beckoned it in
The devil brew, for the dipsomania crew
Toss down another, then steel from ye brother
The moral slaughter, of ya sons and ya daughter

Arthur, Arthur your out on your feet
Ya lying, ya cheating, ya pissing on’t street
Ya dignity lost and ya soul’s in the wash
Ya a bar fly, reality shy and under the cosh

The majestic lion in a drunken stupor
slivers home on its back, with its tail up its crack
To belittle his off spring, smack his wife on the chin
Put his head down the toilet and reach for the gin.