Drag Myself To Bed - Poem by Steven Harris
Waiting out the kebab shop at half past 3
waiting for a cab to pull up beside it
drunk girls walk buy asking for a smoke
turning them down even the blokes
just want to get home and rest me head
drag my drunk arse to bloody bed.
Not taking any birds back home tonight
most of them look like they've been in a fight
big nose and big bellys
most of them want to be on the telly
just want to get home and rest my head
drag my drunk arse to bed.
Had alot of bad nights like this
standing in a shop door way having a piss
some girls walk by asking for a look
some even want to borrow a fiver
i say no love go away and leave me alone
all i want to do is get home
get some sleep and rest my head
and drag my arse to bloody bed.
Getting in the taxi it's now half 4
i manage to fall to bloody floor
he picks me up and puts me on the seat
and ask where i live whats your street
i tell the man and he drives off
all i want to do is rest my head
so fall asleep on the seat thinking it's my bed.
I wake the next morning can't remember a thing
i dont even remember how i got home
and i can't believe i've even lost my phone
it doesnt feel like i've rested my head
and i don't know who drag my arse to bloody bed.
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