The Pub

The bustle down some local haunt,
Underage girls with nought to flaunt,
Over vocal smoking a blunt,
Calling every wise guy a @#?%,

Regulars are all an eye saw,
Some lout gets a smack in the jaw,
Finger food one should really pass,
Chatting out of work Labour class,

Eyeing up the underdressed birds,
Necking pints and then slurring words,
Sorely missing the smoke filled air,
Guess it'll be kebabs for dinner,

Fighting spilling into the streets,
Neighbours ain't to have any peace,
Not able to stand on your feet,
Don't call taxis wait for police.