Six blokes

By Parson Thru

Sun, 02 Jun 2019
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Six blokes sitting under terrace lights

One wears a red shirt and white bush hat

Beers on the table

Traffic moves behind them in the hot dark night

No more chanting

The trophy’s on the shelf

Another a murmur in the madrileño hum

They’ll be flying in the morning

Safe home, lads

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Submitted by Nolan on

Good old days. A six pack of blokes. A brotherhood. What a waste of money. Waste of time. Pleasantly entoxicated. Drunk stupid. Comfortably numb, to quote Pink Floyd.

Well, no headache for me in the morning and no throwing up.

Cheers & Nolan

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Always do your throwing up at night.

Thanks for the read Nolan.

Parson Thru