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Wasted on the Young
"Fuck stumbling!"
I kept muttering, right up under my breath
Off balance...Mumbling to myself
Shaking my head...While doing just that
Leaning\\\Far to the left
Heading North...Going West
Even...My GPS is inebriated
I don't know how I got like this
Could've been the combination of...
Them perky-ass tits...The circular aura of cocoa areolas
Sprouting sweet mocha nips
Or, maybe I trip...Misstep & Skip to My Lou
In lieu of, one too many sips, of one hundred proof youth, with a splash of vermouth
When I was just fine, with my age-old whine
I had to obey my thirst
Had to placate...My jones
Still on the go, after the bars close
Needing more, and I got it of course
In a bootleg, after-hours joint, I call
The Chicken Coop
Where the chicks come home to roost, get to be loose, and free-roaming
And the hens all start crowing
Wanting my cock-a-doodle-doo
After I found a corner booth, I sat down
Scanned the room, peeped the menu, then ordered a round
"Umm, yeah...Gimme a double, of uhh...any old, excuse for a woman...Please keep 'em coming & keep the tab running...It's on her"
As I nod toward the bird, on the verge, of keeping me company
I see something
The barkeep, pouring out her troubles
Got a mug overflowing, trying to drown me in her sorrows
And I swallow every little bit
Every single drip of her dreams & regrets
I imbibe on her need to be helped
Her need to be held
Her pleas of, "Treat me like a lady"
Secretly wanting to be twelve
See, I seem to get that out of ancient females
It's kinda crazy how I be craving
Drinking their formative years
Regardless of chronological order, I find the girl in every woman
What's strange, is how...I love chugging on the cold-filtered tears, strained from their pulp fiction
I got an addiction that A.A. can't help
Just wanting to be a kid, in the midst of all this grown folk shit
I admit...I have a problem
That I don't wanna have fixed
I don't want a bitch!
I want... CiCi my playmate, to come out, and play with me
Give me the pussy, vacate, and be free
Then leave, while I'm still buzzing
Drunk off the youth of another
If that makes me a pedophile, for ingesting her inner child
Then fuck it...I don't care
I won't ever be sober again
~disDain~
I kept muttering, right up under my breath
Off balance...Mumbling to myself
Shaking my head...While doing just that
Leaning\\\Far to the left
Heading North...Going West
Even...My GPS is inebriated
I don't know how I got like this
Could've been the combination of...
Them perky-ass tits...The circular aura of cocoa areolas
Sprouting sweet mocha nips
Or, maybe I trip...Misstep & Skip to My Lou
In lieu of, one too many sips, of one hundred proof youth, with a splash of vermouth
When I was just fine, with my age-old whine
I had to obey my thirst
Had to placate...My jones
Still on the go, after the bars close
Needing more, and I got it of course
In a bootleg, after-hours joint, I call
The Chicken Coop
Where the chicks come home to roost, get to be loose, and free-roaming
And the hens all start crowing
Wanting my cock-a-doodle-doo
After I found a corner booth, I sat down
Scanned the room, peeped the menu, then ordered a round
"Umm, yeah...Gimme a double, of uhh...any old, excuse for a woman...Please keep 'em coming & keep the tab running...It's on her"
As I nod toward the bird, on the verge, of keeping me company
I see something
The barkeep, pouring out her troubles
Got a mug overflowing, trying to drown me in her sorrows
And I swallow every little bit
Every single drip of her dreams & regrets
I imbibe on her need to be helped
Her need to be held
Her pleas of, "Treat me like a lady"
Secretly wanting to be twelve
See, I seem to get that out of ancient females
It's kinda crazy how I be craving
Drinking their formative years
Regardless of chronological order, I find the girl in every woman
What's strange, is how...I love chugging on the cold-filtered tears, strained from their pulp fiction
I got an addiction that A.A. can't help
Just wanting to be a kid, in the midst of all this grown folk shit
I admit...I have a problem
That I don't wanna have fixed
I don't want a bitch!
I want... CiCi my playmate, to come out, and play with me
Give me the pussy, vacate, and be free
Then leave, while I'm still buzzing
Drunk off the youth of another
If that makes me a pedophile, for ingesting her inner child
Then fuck it...I don't care
I won't ever be sober again
~disDain~
Published 21st Jun 2013
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Anonymous
21st Jun 2013 2:15am
Damn, man! You hit to the heart of it with this one. Those of us of a certain age still carry our young selves within. It is the rare man that sees that and appreciates it.
And knows how to bring it out... =)
And knows how to bring it out... =)
21st Jun 2013 2:51am
Lol...Thank You Petit...This was a silly lil piece but I do truly feel I have this propensity...hahaha! ;-)
21st Jun 2013 3:14am
HAHA! That was a damn good story.....and FUN! Witty! Clever! Well written!
Yeah, I like this! :) Xoxo
Yeah, I like this! :) Xoxo
21st Jun 2013 3:25am
heeheehe...thank ya Rain...just goofing off like the goofball that I am...Appreciate the luv, hon ;-)
21st Jun 2013 2:12pm
Hmm... many things can be said about this piece D, you know I tend to read between the lines... so let me just say, Interesting piece, well written.
Red
Red
21st Jun 2013 5:55pm
Thanks Red... You know how I do... I love writing pieces with multiple meanings that can be interpreted in various ways ;-)
21st Jun 2013 4:51pm
Phenomenal writing D...utter genius!...too too many quotables...the manner in which you dig out the core of any given topic...maaan I'm gonna start sounding like a broken record when commenting on your scribes...if not already...great work indeed bro..
21st Jun 2013 6:12pm
Naaj, Bruh, you'll never sound like a broken record man... I respect, admire, & look forward to your talented work, sincere comments, & overall outlook... It means a lot man... Appreciate it... Peace
27th Nov 2014 8:49pm
Brilliant! Been a while since I've giggled through witty puns and ambiguous writing like this. Well inked :)
30th Sep 2015 5:18am
