Bad Party


A man from Smiths is telling me
How he invented Buy Two, get One Free.
And over by the bowl of rancid punch
A guy thinks he knows everything about The Naked Lunch

Each time a good dancing track comes on
Some one switches it for a ragga tune
So I swig a cup of plastic wine
And sit in the shadows at midnight's chime

Then as the guests stand in line
Countdown numbers, sing Auld Lang Syne
I sit and stare by candlelight
As they snog their way through millennium night.


Ben Caudell