Drinking

Drinking

In brown silent rooms with ceilings tinged yellow,
You grip grubby glasses and await the flat voice that bellows -
'Time please gentlemen!'

There's irony in that,
Sucking urine gold liquid that'll reward you with fat
And burning your earnings in a lungful of smoke
And pissing your riches sniffing a vapour that chokes
Your fellow gent and your fellow drunk corpse
Who shuffles and shivers and groans, gropes and gawps
Into mirages of breasts smeared in alcohol brand tint
'She's mine now, you'll see, just one more drink.'

Sweaty brown coins from pockets that stink
Swallowed away before you muster a blink -
Capitalist fruit proves that nature's pissed too,
Rotting away, with these poor lonely few.