Feckless Foursome Favour Felonies
A good night out. Not.
Life was just passing us by
We agreed, four friends and I
Rising inflation, credit card bills
No mention in dead uncle’s wills
Losing horses, falling stocks
Love life like a paradox
Is this fair? Is this right?
Do we run or do we fight?
Said one, “Oh hang it all,
Let’s go out and have a ball.”
In the process, we may find
Happiness and peace of mind
So we jumped into the car
Stopping off at every bar
We cruised the town six times
Pulled off three petty crimes
Looking for a place to belong
Wine, women and some song
We came upon a discotheque
Fittingly called the Final Wreck
Pounding music, strobe lights
Hot girls in clingy tights
What a brilliant twist of fate
Us here, at heaven’s gate
As the perfume mixed with sweat
got snared in a drinking bet
A cute waitress got my glass
Smiled sweetly, made a pass
before I could have a sip
We were dancing hip to hip
hip hop, some rock’n’roll
devil angling for my soul
Round and round, it went on
Long after she was gone
Head grew heavy, my sight dim
Was I watching an eerie film?
Came around in the men’s room
Lover’s knees, a sense of doom
Felt terrible and looked worse
Out of habit began to curse
Gazed about, was glad to find
Another man in a similar bind
Against the wall & keeping still
Vaguely familiar, déshabillé
Red wine spilt upon his shirt
Was he Jim, the office flirt?
Something odd about the fellow
I crawled across to say hello
Suddenly went cold with fright
For Jim made a gruesome sight
A bullet hole through his head
Quite plainly he was dead
Soon I lost my sense of fun
In my hand, I saw a gun
Paralyzed, gripped with fear
Wishing I could disappear
I hated Jim, his death was fine
But would the cops buy that line?
They charged in badges flashing
Me helpless, my teeth gnashing
“Hands up”, the chief hollered
“Wake up,” my mum ordered
My heart just missed a beat
My dream left incomplete
