Peer Pressure
My eyes are sutured
can feel the threads,
I stitched them together
stoned out of my head,
Seemed like a good idea,
or so my friends said,
Glue would have been better,
now I can only see red.
My jaws where broken,
teeth wired together,
High on drugs again,
under more peer pressure,
They dared me to down
extra large measures,
Got a pool cue across my face,
carried out on a stretcher.
Yeah I’ve done mad stuff,
and bear the scars,
Causing trouble, acting tough
in trashy cheap bars,
Drank melted shoe polish,
washed down with bubble bath,
Following day I paid for it,
you do the math,
So next time on a binge,
know your own limits,
The whole future can change
in a few short minutes,
Spend life behind bars,
just for being complicit,
Lose count of the shots,
its Perspex visits.
By
David Kavanagh
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2020
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