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Check up, sir?
I'm sat in a strange room
waiting for the landlord to take the rent;
to let the idea set in concrete.
I'm on my own.
I'm three days drunk.
I'm just putting on a suit
so I can go out and make it four.
Try my luck with the ladies
even though they'll catch
the sadness in my eyes
and they'll want the hell away from me.
Oh to have a hand to hold.
Still, it doesn't matter.
Not much of it does.
It will be back to work
and staring at the ceiling soon enough,
but in the meantime
let's drag a little chaos around.
waiting for the landlord to take the rent;
to let the idea set in concrete.
I'm on my own.
I'm three days drunk.
I'm just putting on a suit
so I can go out and make it four.
Try my luck with the ladies
even though they'll catch
the sadness in my eyes
and they'll want the hell away from me.
Oh to have a hand to hold.
Still, it doesn't matter.
Not much of it does.
It will be back to work
and staring at the ceiling soon enough,
but in the meantime
let's drag a little chaos around.
Published 3rd Jun 2014
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3rd Jun 2014 5:50pm
Some abstract ideas here that caught my eye - not normally what I see in your writing! Still, it suits this poem well, particularly liking the last line.
Anonymous
4th Jun 2014 2:31am
A surprisingly positive ending to this one, totally unexpected in a good way. Those three dayers are the worst too. It's either go to the fourth or sleep for a couple. But then there's the job and the pussy and yadda yadda.
Anyway good to see you're alive.
Anyway good to see you're alive.
4th Jun 2014 7:02am
5th Jun 2014 4:29pm
Ah. My dear, you always did say it best through your poetry. It makes for a more clear understanding.
