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lets go to a club, pleaded dan. no thanks, i resisted. not my thing. but please, it'll be a good time, he insisted and anyway you're lonely, i know. no im not, i told him, but i was, so, while my pal talked up a pretty gal, i waited for him to finish, sipping a bit at my drink and soon enough, i'm loaded. my self esteem's eroded within the first few minutes and by the end, when their flirting's spent, is entirely diminished. no luck? he came back and asked, as though he ******* cared - i felt the world folding in on itself like an hunchback, or a lawnchair. i rose, to punch him in the nose. hey, what the **** he said, but he didn't even stumble. then he bashed my head against the wall and watched me crumble to the floor, no more, no more, no more "but what the **** man," he said, again I'm lonely, i said, i'm lonely, dan i'm lonely and in need. he pulls me up by my shirt: "no, you're just fat and full of alcohol and greed." at first I was hurt for a long time, for many years, i disappeared into myself because i knew that he was right. and when i go one day, swiftly into the light i **** a ****** up in heaven (as it turns out there aren't 72 there are 77.)
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
why i stopped clubbing (and talking to dan)
lets go to a club, pleaded dan. no thanks, i resisted. not my thing. but please, it'll be a good time, he insisted and anyway you're lonely, i know. no im not, i told him, but i was, so, while my pal talked up a pretty gal, i waited for him to finish, sipping a bit at my drink and soon enough, i'm loaded. my self esteem's eroded within the first few minutes and by the end, when their flirting's spent, is entirely diminished. no luck? he came back and asked, as though he ******* cared - i felt the world folding in on itself like an hunchback, or a lawnchair. i rose, to punch him in the nose. hey, what the **** he said, but he didn't even stumble. then he bashed my head against the wall and watched me crumble to the floor, no more, no more, no more "but what the **** man," he said, again I'm lonely, i said, i'm lonely, dan i'm lonely and in need. he pulls me up by my shirt: "no, you're just fat and full of alcohol and greed." at first I was hurt for a long time, for many years, i disappeared into myself because i knew that he was right. and when i go one day, swiftly into the light i **** a ****** up in heaven (as it turns out there aren't 72 there are 77.)
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
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