Arrive at an empty pub <br />nobody in there not even the girls of the uni <br />just empty <br />the music is dull <br />the staff look like zombies on drugs <br />just a boring place to be at 7 o'clock <br />the only way to combat this evil is to get drunk <br />not allow this empty shell of a bar to get a hold of the fun <br />soak up the bordem with drink <br />with the people i'm with we can sing songs <br />get pig snacks and whiskey chasers <br />put music what we want to here on the jukebox <br />whiskey in the jar, smells like teen spirit, black sabbath <br />this place is going to be ours tonight <br />take it over and drown ourselves in beer and whiskey <br />just the 5 of us will make it full <br />no thought on how we will get home <br />wait for the bell to ring before we leave <br />forget everything tomorrow <br />the pains of the day will be forgotten <br />an empty bar on the side of the town <br />it's ours and nobody will take it.<br /><br />Steven Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-empty-pub/
