The Night Before The Morning After - Poem by Gaz illionaire
That moment when you realize your done for,
When you aint got identification at the front door,
But the guy in black cuts you some slack,
Mustn’t be very packed round the back,
Your seeing double then your seeing three,
Is that girl a minger or is she pure beauty?
You’ll never know marra until the cock crows,
So just grab her by the hips because anything goes.
You grabbed her and you shagged her,
Boy your thinking with a loaded gun,
You grabbed her and you had her,
Boy your thinking of nowt but fun.
The DJ spins radio friendly unit shifters,
While girls clothed in their best dresses pose for pictures,
Lads dance and jolt just to get their attention,
It isn’t their fault they haven’t seen their reflection,
Not to mention the barmaid serving doubles like Murray,
Big lads start a fight and bouncers dart in a hurry,
A few digs in the kidney grants the victim a bruise,
The bouncers break it up and they both loose.
He smacked you and he whacked you,
Boy your gonna need a few stitches,
He smacked you and he hacked you,
Boy its not worth fighting for these bitches.
It’s a Friday night under your strap,
It’s a Saturday morning needing a map,
It’s not to sure if your drunk or hung-over,
It’s cigarette breath and feeling sober.
I said it before it’s the morning after.
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