The boys night out is gathering,
You can hear it gaining pace
As they clutch their pints and down them
In a kind of race,
A race to drink much more than
The others in the crowd,
A race in which they all get
Objectionable and loud.
They are drinking and competing,
Its like pissing up the wall,
Games that little boys played
To prove that they were all
Possessors of a penis
That they valued more than brains.
Now they’re adult, they’re still brainless,
But the pee-nis still remains.
The boys night out is growing
In numbers and in sound,
Some are in the cognoscenti
While some others stand around
Uncomfortably peripheral
As if they just don’t care
To be among the idiots who
Are bellowing in there.
I am fascinated watching
This macho pantomime,
This performance by Neanderthals
Transported to my time
Their version now of grunting
Is laughing very loud,
Not because something is funny,
But to fit in with the crowd.
The boys night out has gathered,
And reached its final pace
They have all downed several pints now
In a pathetic race,
To prove that they belong within
This ballsy, macho set.
But I haven’t witnessed
One with real balls yet!
Lynne Joyce 26.04.2014