Read and enjoy
Danny-T’s (not so)
Divine Comedy
Part 1
(Caution, explicit -probably downright offensive if you’re a bit on the sensitive side- content!)
Copyright
Paul Stephenson
2011
I THINK THAT IT WOULD PROBABLY BE AGAINST THE LAW IF I WAS TO POINT OUT THAT THIS TALE IS BEST ENJOYED WHILST UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF SOME KIND OF MIND-WARPING NARCOTIC…
THEREFORE, I WON’T.
The beginning:
Ten pints, lots of drugs and a bar-room fight-
was one hell of a way to start the night.
T’was two in the morning when my brain had fused.
My ribs were aching and face was bruised.
A far away home… No capital left;
the price of my stimulants: Daylight theft.
My mouth was bleeding; I had two teeth missing-
from a fight I had started with my relentless dissing.
No cash for a taxi. I’d have to walk;
couldn’t ring one anyway, it hurt to talk.
For hours I had wandered, my thoughts made of dread;
yet unclear to me was the journey ahead.
My feet were hurting, my mind had gone numb,
and my dealer I now owed a substantial sum.
Strange things all around me, I started to frown…
More drugs kicking in, I had to calm down.
So I go out my lighter to blaze a spliff,
but tripped as I did, and went over a cliff.
What this was to lead into, was not for the knowing;
I should have been watching where I was going.