Colin F. Jones

A GENTLEMAN?

I took my discharge back in seventy-one
And every day thereafter, I was drunk.
From bar to bar I travelled like a bum;
Once a bloody soldier – now a punk.
I got a job and made it to the top
‘Cause I never drank a drop of beer at work.
But every night the toil had to stop
So off I went to bitch and sip and slurp!
But one day I looked hard into a glass
And saw a bloke in there that I despised;
A bloke a bit below the common class
A bloke who died right there before my eyes.
So now you see me, a gentleman they say,
If that is true, ‘tis what I’m going to stay