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The Price Was Too High!
We were immortal and we all knew the score,
Conducting our chemical experiments on our dismal Pennine reality.
Which we all thought was in need of distortion.
We fought together on the roller-coaster rides of nembies and meth,
Lean wide eyed hard-men with a full stash,
And we surfed the acid oceans and never missed a wave.
Occasionally we picked the mushrooms in the green baize dry-stone mazes,
Pursued by demons, and the panchromatic shape shiftings of sheep.
In our close knit, misfit, chaotic clique we thought this world would never end.
Until Kev's heart stopped,
And he dropped like a rag doll on to the dirty vinyl floor of the Jolly Sailor.
Flushed with a fresh flush of Diconal, chalk and all,
Injected into his groin and that was him,
No encore and no curtain call. He was nineteen.
My illusions fell with him and I battled the delusions up the steep slopes,
To the clean and sneering uplands of the holier than thou.
What price, education?
