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The Storyteller
"So, I'm sat there,
a head full of beer
and at a loss
with the grand sum
of almost everything.
There's me, my woman
and three of her friends.
They're coked up
and I just sit there
listening to the drivel
they deem worthy
of conversation.
It never ends...
Not a single,
worthwhile sentence
leaves one of their
ugly, wasted mouths.
Other than the trips
to the bar
and the toilets
I'm fucking dying inside.
This goes on
for the better part
of an hour.
Then, something sparks...
I realise...
that I've spent
a lifetime
tolerating pricks
like this:
coke-driven egos
shouting their mouths off
about anything and everything.
So I stand up
and address the situation
at hand.
I can't remember
what I said,
but I vividly recall
feeling good
letting them know
what they were:
These obnoxious
shit-faced kids
feel like everyone,
and the grand sum
of fuck all
is said to them,
because the grand sum
of everyone
is one of them.
Hell, I should have
dragged a broken bottle
across each of their throats
for every suicide attempt
that failed."[/font]
a head full of beer
and at a loss
with the grand sum
of almost everything.
There's me, my woman
and three of her friends.
They're coked up
and I just sit there
listening to the drivel
they deem worthy
of conversation.
It never ends...
Not a single,
worthwhile sentence
leaves one of their
ugly, wasted mouths.
Other than the trips
to the bar
and the toilets
I'm fucking dying inside.
This goes on
for the better part
of an hour.
Then, something sparks...
I realise...
that I've spent
a lifetime
tolerating pricks
like this:
coke-driven egos
shouting their mouths off
about anything and everything.
So I stand up
and address the situation
at hand.
I can't remember
what I said,
but I vividly recall
feeling good
letting them know
what they were:
These obnoxious
shit-faced kids
feel like everyone,
and the grand sum
of fuck all
is said to them,
because the grand sum
of everyone
is one of them.
Hell, I should have
dragged a broken bottle
across each of their throats
for every suicide attempt
that failed."[/font]
Published 31st Dec 2009
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31st Dec 2009 4:44pm
So much of passion in your poetry Jamie...the core situation still exults your anger like the one in farewell 2009...but wat is attracting me is your continuous assertion through each of your depictions...
31st Dec 2009 4:46pm
you're very kind.
Funnily enough, this is exactly what happened to me last night!
Funnily enough, this is exactly what happened to me last night!
Anonymous
5th Jan 2010 6:45pm
Dark and melancholy piece; the anger startles beyond belief, and whilst that rage is more than a little psychotic, it also seems strangely justified. I don't see how this qualifies as an 'upbeat' poem, however!
6th Jan 2010 4:39am
Jamie....absolutely great story..after reading it wished I was spending a night in your world
Rick
Rick
6th Jan 2010 8:01pm
