Same again Ben by Grant Harbison

It was always the same with Ben

“Would ye like another?”

“Aye, same again.”

Stubborn as a mule

Ben would never bend

Each night in the pub he’d try to stay to the end

All that mattered to Ben was drink

One glass after another he’d tenaciously sink

Drink until he was shown the door

Drink until he fell to the floor

No one liked Ben

Ye ken

He was a sour faced loner without a friend

And no one gave a damn on that cold winter night

When he’d crawled out of the pub

Aggressive

Uptight

What happened after that?

Naebody kens

It was the last time he was seen

Same again Ben