It was a Friday

It was a Friday

He had that look in his eye

He was going to be foolhardy

A couple of drinks

Was all it took to loosen his tongue

The bar was full of weekenders,

Roughnecks who fought

With forty tons of high octane

Barrelling along

At sixty

In a fifty limit

As well as the pink slips

Wearing slingbacks

Packers with slackers for husbands

Who chose a night out

Instead of sitting at home in front of the box

They drank Margarita’s

Whilst the band played old songs

Later they would

Belt out how they would survive

And he said

To anyone who would listen

‘They say the world will end one day

Maybe not tonight

But sometime soon

Not because of our sins

That would be too easy

To pin on believers

The free spirits and dreamers

Who think of different ways

To bring on the apocalypse

Have you read the news

Listened to the radio

They have raked up

Some new predictions

Made by Nostrodamus

He was a busy guy

The world ended in the seventies

This is all a hologram

If you can believe that

Then the Earth is flat.’

He laughed

I thought perhaps

He had another few minutes

Before the mayhem began

‘They have just discovered evidence

Of homo-sapiens in Europe

Fifty-four thousand years ago

How can that be

When pastor James

Keeps saying the world

Is only six thousand years old’

Is it any wonder

The locals take umbrage

After all, he is almost a stranger

A danger to himself

Barely in town five minutes

Calling himself a poet

Because he was published

Without having to pay

For the privilege

Now all he did was drink and moan

About the state of things

What on earth does he ever bring

To a party

Except for bile

And an ability to rile up the local

Wildlife

Without really trying.

He ends up out in the street

His front teeth at his feet

I pick them up

He pushes them back in

He will visit the dentist tomorrow

Where he is becoming a regular

Every Saturday

On a Sunday,

Without fail,

He wakes up in jail