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Only Gossip

    Hey Gabby, I gotta tell you,  this is so juicy,  but it's not make-believe

     It was last night, when it all went down,  l'll be quick, cause it's time to leave

     So it was a gathering of sorts, invited a few,  dinner, games, got love drunk

     I had it already, all was going  great,  I dressed like Joplin,  I could've kissed myself, she's  sexy as fuck

     First to show was that manipulating diva,  oh you know,  fuckn Eve, a bag of apples in her arms,  wearing jeans, snake skin boots,  and a case of Sam's cola, swearing it was Coca cola,  anything to save a buck

     Straight from his co-dependency meeting, was Adam, swaggering in, smelled like cheap wine, hadn't shaved, just a mess, his head hung low, asking about whereabouts of his Father

     I couldn't  respond, felt so bad,  got on my phone, told all the girls ,news I had to holler

     Just as Maddy was telling me what Ruth did to Boax,  I told her not to repeat about Jezebel, so then,  Abel strides across living room, Gucci suit, Rolex watch, his nose to heaven's floor, spilled his bloody Mary, cleaned it,  said it was his pleasure not to bother

     I heard a car park, I looked and saw a dirty, yellow Saturn, with a moon roof, the door only open half-ass, so out right side crawled out  Cain, looked the same,  but leg muscles size were more noticable

     Getting the appetizers ready, I got pissed off, kicked our baby Lamb, yelled goddam, broke my false nail,  I forgot to get the pork, had to go to
C. V. S., before I left,  refilled their glasses gold powdered water, grabbed my keys, fast as possible

     As the car started, my ring tone sung, area code 738 was waiting  for me to accept, it was Jesus, bad connection, hollow  sounding  like an empty cave, I raised my hands high, better reception, He said,  "Sup? ",he couldn't make it, he'd call me in 3 days around sunrise

     In hurry now, unprepared, with my husband and guest at the house,  ran in store, found the pork, passing the Tequila, got bottle too,  what the hell, my hands full, carefully made way to exit, ran straight to car,  stopped at boyfriend's for a quickie, did a shot of H, drove thur RX for the morning pill, barely made it back,  refused to get needed  fuel,  just wanted to socialize

     As I got out ,Satan drove up in his black hot rod Coupe DeVille, a dope ass ride, had flashy red interior, his Georgia  plates were personalized, GODMAD3,grinning he said he was late cause electrical fire on Sunset Blvd, his black dog,  Cerberus, was with him, he's so over sized

     Before our butts hit our seats, GOD arrived, right in time for supper, AirPods in his ears, I could hear the Angel's  game, he made his way to his seat, everyone received a hug, it seemed his children called every five minutes, he spoke of plans of remodeling properties and landscaping, sounded confident

     It was great party, Eve won at spike and malice, Satan at poker, and GOD in chess.  I enjoyed it, oh hey,  call coming in, it's the boyfriend , see you tomorrow at church, sounds excellent.
Written by Just_Me_
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