Speaking of Drunk...

EvilToasterElfEvilToasterElf Posts: 1,119
edited January 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
The Creature from the Beer Lagoon

After the third Sam Adams
I had to take a piss in
a cold white bathroom.
I stared down at my hairy
knuckles, thinking “I’m
a fucking werewolf stuck
in a moonless night.”

Some thug won’t need a silver
bullet to stop me, a Louisville
slugger would do the trick. My
bar tab rose with my BAC to
the point where I could breathe fire,
a nice trick to flag down a cab
that I couldn’t pay for.

So I stumbled for ten minutes
to get home instead, and the
echoes of my own steps fed my
beer induced paranoia of some
shadowy assailant, but at least
I had my salvation army clothes
on. Maybe he’d believe I had no
money for him
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Comments

  • anOmisanOmis Posts: 223
    i liked it
    tough and w/a strong sarcasm..
    some NOT so ordinary shits..
    ~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~

    ~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~

    F.ZAPPA
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    I like the ones that are stories. :)
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  • phishgodphishgod Posts: 133
    streetwise those old clothes save me a time or too meself,
    but I didn't remember it so good meself :)

    fun
    rockon,
    phishgod
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