You Poem by Patrick Tolan

Down the drink, and drink the beer
Push the brink, and hit the deer
You think you can, but you can’t steer
Life is fun for one more year

Hit the bar, and watch the stars
You miss your train, drunk-drive in cars
If drink’s not your drug, then fly on mars
Pop the pills, your thought, a farce

Shave your heads, support the reds
To smash a bottle, and bloody your treads
Hang in gangs, and ride on ‘peds
Go back to school, learn your A-to-zeds

You still have the right to ‘main silent
You might not be happy, but sure, you are violent
You could be a businessman, carpenter or pilot
You choose to remain violent, unvigilant in silence

They all come out, kitted up in trackies
Put all Asians to blame, and calling them pakies
You must be a big man, held up in baggies
But you’re in a big gang, all smoking faggies

This is my last verse, a promise kept true
Something you wouldn’t know, but all gentiles and Jews
Know the problem ain’t here, society askew
The problem ain’t here, the problem is you