No SERIOUS Crimes by Ian Copestick

When I used to drink, I mean back
When I used to REALLY drink one
Of the things that I hated the most
Was when the neighbours would
Call the police. There’s nothing surer
To ruin a buzz than the fucking police
Suddenly arriving to stick their nosy
Snouts into your business. I could
Never understand why they were
Called. I mean occasionally we’d get
Loud and shout now and then, but
What do you expect when two alkies
Are living together ? There were
No SERIOUS crimes taking place
Just a few drunken arguments and
Misunderstandings. I realise that
The neighbours must have by got
Fed up with us.(  Now I am so well
Behaved I wouldn’t offend a nun.)
But a knock on the wall and a shout
Of ” Shut up ! ” Would have done the
Job with a lot less trouble. Also
There are not many things in life
That are worse than waking up, hungover
Looking around at the white tiles
Realising that you’re in a cell and
You haven’t got a clue why you are there.

Bio: Ian Lewis Copestick is a 46 year old writer from Stoke on Trent England.
Although he started writing poetry in 2001, he only started sending them out for publication 8 months ago. In this time he has had over 100 poems and 5 short stories published. He is featured in print anthologies by Alien Buddha Press and Horror Sleaze Trash. His first book Detritus Of The Drunken Night is OUT NOW, published by Cajun Mutt Press.
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