Poetry by Jeff Green


The end of excess

by cricketjeff on February 5, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

When too much beer is downed on Friday night
When all the world is spinning round your head
You wonder who the Hell turned on the light
And then you start to think that you are dead

A stirring down below and panic hits
There’s just one place you know you want to be
The room you go when you have got the shits
Will be the room that sets your body free

A telephone to god it’s sometimes called
By those who call his name with every heave
The situation leaves most folk appalled
But after too much booze you need reprieve

A drunken student cuddling the loo
I wonder if this picture could be you!