HALLS: Issue II

The End of the Night
Mairéad McCarthy
A typical night out in the throes of Dtwo
Drinking and dancing away those pre-assignment blues
The squad is getting antsy
There’s techno in the air
And you’re really beginning to regret those heals you foolishly
decided to wear.
So you gather up the girls and head into streets
Cause there’s no better way to end a night than with a bite to
eat.
A Chinese is much too messy, a burrito isn’t worth the trouble
But the thought of some McDonald’s nuggets has you walking
on the double.
Feeling weak with hunger, and sloppy from some shots
It’s beginning to look like a new definition of man’s not hot
The neon lights are overhead
You run and skip the queue,
Fall flat on your face and drop your purse
as if the cashier wasn’t already judging you
But nothing beats that first bite, of a splendid salty chip
The first nibble of a nugget
And some sweet and sour dip
Your 9am lecture beckons,
Your essay is overdue,
But there’s nothing like some greasy take-out
To help you forget you’re screwed .
Mountain Lion
Anonymous
Sometimes the heart wants what it wants
It gazes longingly from afar,
At something just out of reach
The mountain lion stalk its
Prey
And stays away
The crow croaks with yearning at
His forgotten love.
But you; you! You fit me like a
Glove
I am forever destined to gaze and
Never be in a haze for
You. My love
Maybe life was just never meant for
Me, for you love she. My heart is
But a dirty rag
You treat me like a hag
I wish we could play tag.