He got drunk last week making an idiot of himself
Turned into something different, lost control of his mouth
He doesn’t give a damn anymore, even maybe life
He should be grateful, something’s gotta give
The rebel’s been released, but there’s no cause
The thought’s he has, no room for pause
Why should he worry, no-one cares
But every so often his heart tears
He’s fed up of being kind and caring to all
It set him up to be a damn fool
Why do people do this to him?
Why do they commit this awful sin?
All he wanted was to live a quiet life
With a good job, his own home, maybe a wife?
But people take everything they can from him
When he needs them, the ground becomes thin
So the drunken rebel he has now become
He’ll drink from evening till the rising sun
No-one will tell him what to do
For they’ll feel his wrath, this day they’ll rue
But deep down hidden away
He hopes to be saved someday
To find his dreams and become as one
Under a benevolent sun
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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