Night out with the lads, drinks free flowing,
Jokes, piss taking, everyone happy,
Someone pipes up, Let's get a bag,
Or a quarter of 'Charlie'.
People throw in some cash,
We'll need plenty to go round, easily.
Waiting for the dealer to arrive, mood changes in the group,
Apprehensively.
Rush to the toilet, all cram in, sneakily.
It's bloody filthy,
Wipe the surface clean, tissues,
'It's clean now, see'.
Roll out a line or two,
Expertly,
Roll a tenner up, line up your nose,
'It's quite stingy'.
Wait for the effects,
Strange silence between us all,
Get some more drinks in,
Tony's mouth begins to 'maul'.
Some chatter lots and lots,
Speaking shit, totally.
Other fight the feeling,
An emotional war, inwardly.
The night is young,
Drink a plenty,
Sniff some more,
This is getting crazy.
Talk to girls, feels good,
Feel horny,
Thinking about fighting and sex,
Obessively.
The rush, the buzz, is authentic,
Properly,
Everyone off their tits in here,
Massively.
Cocaine is rife, life has changed,
Hugely.
Functioning addicts everywhere,
Society will break one day, surely.
The old bill can't control the supply, Many criminals out there,
Professionally,
Staying one step ahead of the game,
Clever, naughty boys, slyly.
Women selling bodies for a bag or two,
Regularly,
Stories I've been told,
It shouldn't be.
Sessions, until the next day,
All Weekend parties,
Feeling depressed all week,
Miserably.
Friday,
Comes round again,
Feel fresh,
Let's go out and get some 'Charlie'.