SUDS

SUDS

 

You sip and wonder

about life

All the hangers on

Wonder too

Some just wander

 

What is a dish of suds

To do

No Escape from mind

Just sit and ponder

The cold is not kind

 

Cold in here

Bartender just stares

Nobody interested

Cold

People are  cold

Drink is cold life is

 

Stagger to the john

Shoved by another

All cold

Not the weather

Smelly

 

Decide to find bed

Sleet and ice

No place to be

Dirty cold wet and

City on Saturday night

 

----- Eagle Cruagh

Reviews

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This is very lyrical, one of those songs that we can all sing along to with the radio's beat. I like your style, effortlessly a poem. My favorite part is the last idea: City on a Saturday night". You are a very interesting writer, with insight. I can see that.

[Emily Rae]

cold beer, cold night, cold bed, lonely heart...

[Emily Rae]

this is hard to follow my dear. is there metaphor to this that I am not picking up on?