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The Most Boring American Legion Meeting Ever A Monologue in Two Parts I. Voice: “Ya wanna talk prostrate1 cancer? I’ll tell ya About prostrate cancer those PSAs Don’t mean nothing and those doctors don’t know Nothin’ I’ve had 15 on my PSA “Ever since when and I ain’t got prostrate cancer But this feller I knew he had a one on his PSA and he had stage five cancer And he died, so don’t tell me nothin’ about “Prostrate cancer ‘cause I go the meetings And so I know, I tell ya, yessir, I do…” 1Prostate, of course II Same Voice: “Say, did y’all have any good buffets in Iraq Or that other place Afghanistan The buffets in Manila were expensive, I tell ya, expensive, they cost forty dollars, “Yessir, they did, and that was right down the street From the embassy and that was too much Just too much for what ya got, I tell ya And they gave us ‘phone cards and they were made “Right there and sixty minutes disappeared Off it right when you dialed the number, yessir…” L’Envoi A Second Voice (in pain, weak, much like the voice of the Bleeding Sergeant in Macbeth): “I move we adjourn.”
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May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 4:35 PM UTC
The Most Boring American Legion Meeting Ever
The Most Boring American Legion Meeting Ever A Monologue in Two Parts I. Voice: “Ya wanna talk prostrate1 cancer? I’ll tell ya About prostrate cancer those PSAs Don’t mean nothing and those doctors don’t know Nothin’ I’ve had 15 on my PSA “Ever since when and I ain’t got prostrate cancer But this feller I knew he had a one on his PSA and he had stage five cancer And he died, so don’t tell me nothin’ about “Prostrate cancer ‘cause I go the meetings And so I know, I tell ya, yessir, I do…” 1Prostate, of course II Same Voice: “Say, did y’all have any good buffets in Iraq Or that other place Afghanistan The buffets in Manila were expensive, I tell ya, expensive, they cost forty dollars, “Yessir, they did, and that was right down the street From the embassy and that was too much Just too much for what ya got, I tell ya And they gave us ‘phone cards and they were made “Right there and sixty minutes disappeared Off it right when you dialed the number, yessir…” L’Envoi A Second Voice (in pain, weak, much like the voice of the Bleeding Sergeant in Macbeth): “I move we adjourn.”
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May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 4:35 PM UTC
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