chillmeistergen
I've never really written poetry before, but I gave it a go. This is sort of about what many Britons are doing nowadays. Criticism welcomed.
The weekend calls and jives and whispers of fun,
Under the guise of a friend of everyone,
Always the same; this bar then the next,
Diversity's a word unheard,
Everyone seems to have too many acquaintances and too few friends,
One drink leads to the next,
Same poison different day,
It becomes a way,
Of life,
From the first drink to the last,
A chink in the chain of morality,
Words separate the days,
Every one of which is the same,
A weekend can do a lot of harm.
The weekend calls and jives and whispers of fun,
Under the guise of a friend of everyone,
Always the same; this bar then the next,
Diversity's a word unheard,
Everyone seems to have too many acquaintances and too few friends,
One drink leads to the next,
Same poison different day,
It becomes a way,
Of life,
From the first drink to the last,
A chink in the chain of morality,
Words separate the days,
Every one of which is the same,
A weekend can do a lot of harm.