I knock on the window of my mates’ front door <br />Looks confused so I remind him what I'm here for <br />What’s happening can u sort us with that score? <br />There’s none in the area? When you getting more? <br /> <br />While he talks I think god he's a mug <br />Pregnant girlfriend but both do drugs <br />He drinks and she likes coke in the club <br />Both haven’t learned enough is enough <br /> <br />For the child’s sake they should change there ways <br />Three months to the birth you can count the days <br />Slowly you will see the elation begin to fade <br />As the realisation of a child hits them where there paid <br /> <br />Didn’t think of this when they heard the news <br />A baby on the way they were over the moon <br />But between the pair of you, you have one room <br />Sort yourselves out that baby’s coming soon <br /> <br />That's when all the joyful smiles turn to frowns <br />As you watch there life get turned upside down <br />Swimming in baby tears there life’s been drowned <br />He should’ve worn a rubber now who’s the clown? <br /> <br />Walking away from his mums rave hit flat <br />Baffled at how someone can be such a prat <br />He actually believes he is who he acts <br />The hard man from TV who neglects all the facts<br /><br />Kaspa Richards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mugs-and-drugs/
