Workman's Weekend

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.

Is it shit?

well, i think it's good. 🙂

not the best, but good for a first time poet.

i agree with vivando-loca, it was really good for a first poem, i like the fact that it had a beat to it, a rythm which really makes a poem great 😊

I liked this stanza:

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

It's so sadly true.

Bloody hell, I'd forgotten about this.

Thanks Selphie.

Yeah of course, keep it up. If you write more, I'd love to read it.

I don't think it's shit, it isn't shit at all. I don't wanna talk about my poetry, but if you look at my earlier stuff......I've obviously matured a lot more now. Like anything, it gets better with time, and I think you are off to a great start.