Down Among The Drunkies Poem by Martin Swords

Martin Swords

Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland

Down Among The Drunkies

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It’s half past twelve
And all around
The Drunkies head for home
Some are walking
Some are talking
Some are better left alone
Who’re you lookin’ at…

Strangled laughs at jokes unfunny
Strangled bars of song
The Drunkies’ never stuck for money
The Craic keeps rolling on
Two more pints of Craic
And a small Craic with ice
And have one yourself…

To broken homes and broken wives
The Drunkies stagger back
Broken promises, broken noses
Bedroom opens, romance closes
Tears on a pillow not a bed of roses
Have you ’ere a cigarette...


But there’s nuttin’ heavy like...
No Drugs... None o’ that shit...
Only the few pints like...
And the Craic....
Y’ know yourself…



Martin Swords

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Duh Huh 06 June 2009

A sad but true way of life for many. The imagery is excellent as i saw it all with the writer. Thank you for sharing :)

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Ivan Donn Carswell 02 November 2008

Sounds amazingly similar to where I grew up, & it was so true, no need for the pills or powders, the craic was good enough for all... Rgds, Ivan

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Lynne Howard 28 August 2008

Looks like our poems are in a similar vein! Check out mine Saturday Night Local!

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