I was walking along the prom past the pier gap

I had been up all night wearing red cords and a pasty face with bloodshot eyes

The young constable stopped me and said ”what are you on”

I said “what are you talking about”

Don’t lie to me he said “I can see your on something”

I don’t know what you’re talking about I said

You must be on something to look such a wreck!

I have been up all night I said I am feeling very tired

Tell me what you are on and everything will be ok

I was getting fed up with the way this questioning was going

Don’t lie he said I can take you in and find out what you’re on

Oh fuck off I said arrest me then because I am going home

I walked away ignoring the stupid bastard

Knowing that if he tested my blood and urine he would find fuck-all

No alcohol or drugs or illegal substances at all

I was just a kid with no rules and no wish to go home