Poem: On The Lash.
On The Lash.
.
She’s dancing, in
The ship of fools,
A weekend night
Along the Quay.
Too much To drink
To pissed to think,
So rat-arsed she
Can’t bloody see.
She’s grabbed by passing
Drunken men.
A normal Friday
Night again.
.
.
By Jaksie on November 6th, 2009
On The Lash.
.
She’s dancing, in
The ship of fools,
A weekend night
Along the Quay.
Too much To drink
To pissed to think,
So rat-arsed she
Can’t bloody see.
She’s grabbed by passing
Drunken men.
A normal Friday
Night again.
.
.