2.

Where did the good times go?
The money was made and the alcohol flowed.
It was all such a demonic blur
With the scent of whiskey and peroxide hair.
The late nights out and the overall joy
Of seeing life as a man;
Surrounded by amphetamine boys.

But the luck and life slowly passed -
Depency kicked in and it was a pain in the ass.
Debt took over too, and you lived in semi-squalor.
The life you led was a dubious honour.
It all kicked by oh so fast
But when you look back it was a true blast.
Then you settled down and the shit hit the fan.

You grew old and tired.
The people around you were uninspired.
Stuck deep in deprivation
When all you wanted was levitation.
They were all so stuck in their ways
Yet you wanted yet more better days.
The banality of life!

Now your friends are stuck reading the Daily Mail
All full of hyperbolic national fail.
They seem to scream, not inform
But who on earth gave them this uniform
To decree and believe that they are right?
This is your own life with which to fight.
So fuck 'em all and eradicate your plight.