A drink at the ritz

 

The rub of the green
And then off to the queens head
to meet a bookmakers friend
that feeling of dread
for those moments’ of regret
these lightbulb moment that flicker on and off.

A drink at the ritz
conversations about blame this place is not the same since the blitz.
The neighbours banging on the wall
A roll of the dice the lice in the audience taunting

Then laying on the floor
The room spinning round
Turn up the music
And drowning it all out
Alarm clocks ringing

Letting you know that a new day is about to start again.

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