Bootprints

We sit,
We think,
We drink,
We fall upstairs and dress,
Confess
The mess
Our lives are in,
Depressed.
We rest,
We jest,
We love ourselves to death,
But we reek of garlic breath.
To the bathroom next we rush,
We flush,
We brush,
We splash on smells,
We squeeze,
We tease,
Please let me take you now, but no,
Suppose,
She knows,
We really ought to go.
She's picking up the phone,
Just you wait 'til we get home.
See we're sneaking home,
You've got your ripped jeans on,
You leave Doc bootprints on the lawn.
Swearing hard,
Is this the girl I used to know?
Uncouth words,
I miss the girl that I fell for.
We arrive,
The wives
Want Clive
To show us to our seats.
We bleat,
We speak,
Of things we'd like to eat.
We cheat,
Repeat,
The order of last week.
He shrugs in mock defeat
And ponces off to fetch their wine.
We dine,
Goes fine,
The girls are plied with drink,
We chink,
We wink,
True to form we start to flirt,
Our skirts are hitched way beyond a decent height,
Clive smiles with sheer delight,
"I would love to take you home."
See we're sneaking home,
You've got your ripped jeans on,
You leave Doc bootprints on the lawn.
Swearing hard,
Is this the girl I used to know?
Uncouth words,
I miss the girl that I fell for.
See we're sneaking home,
You've got your ripped jeans on,
You leave Doc bootprints on the lawn.
Swearing hard,
Is this the girl I used to know?
Uncouth words,
I miss the girl that I fell for.
I hope I'm wrong,
It may be drink that woke this whore inside alone,
She has a rattling in store.