Faineant
08-14-2009, 04:19 PM
Thought I'd throw in a first impression in these here forums.
Ridicule, compliment, criticize, make a wry comment, or do nothing at all!
Bilious
What a sick country this really is
throwing outrageous temptations
right into my face
A pub that teems to the teeth
of underaged girls and gross men
pretty and greasy
But still
My chances have never been so good.
They are very gay
I'm in Pinte
and I am surrounded
by **** suckers
I don't think they have
even begun to grasp
the meaning of dignity
I'm sure they walked here
down a road of derision
and cried a little inside
But in an air of comfort
they become arrogant
their flamboyance disdainful
But I suppose that this means
they are still human,
all too human.
At the Gates of Mount Olympus
In the confusion of excitement
we forgot about the girls
and how we gave them roses
in exchange for their thongs
we dance and shout
and some begin to sing
and soon we get more drinks
and then the violence begins
Black eyes and bruises
sometimes broken ribs
shards of glass in our hands
and no sign of the girls
Tomorrow we'll wake up
some with a heavy head
some with a heavy heart
a weight for all at least
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My apologies if it's not custom here to clog an opening thread here with multiple poems. If it's frowned upon, my apologies.
In any case, I hope, as always, that the reader will enjoy reading my 'tappings' as much as I forget writing them.
Ridicule, compliment, criticize, make a wry comment, or do nothing at all!
Bilious
What a sick country this really is
throwing outrageous temptations
right into my face
A pub that teems to the teeth
of underaged girls and gross men
pretty and greasy
But still
My chances have never been so good.
They are very gay
I'm in Pinte
and I am surrounded
by **** suckers
I don't think they have
even begun to grasp
the meaning of dignity
I'm sure they walked here
down a road of derision
and cried a little inside
But in an air of comfort
they become arrogant
their flamboyance disdainful
But I suppose that this means
they are still human,
all too human.
At the Gates of Mount Olympus
In the confusion of excitement
we forgot about the girls
and how we gave them roses
in exchange for their thongs
we dance and shout
and some begin to sing
and soon we get more drinks
and then the violence begins
Black eyes and bruises
sometimes broken ribs
shards of glass in our hands
and no sign of the girls
Tomorrow we'll wake up
some with a heavy head
some with a heavy heart
a weight for all at least
---------------------------------------------
My apologies if it's not custom here to clog an opening thread here with multiple poems. If it's frowned upon, my apologies.
In any case, I hope, as always, that the reader will enjoy reading my 'tappings' as much as I forget writing them.