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pat Feb 2014
Gotta have my pops.
Gotta big o'l pretzel.
Gotta sit soon.
Soon I will be  *******.   Soon I will.
Will I be soon?
****  ****  ****.
Where's the ****?
Go home man. Go the hell home.
Hell, I'm home. Now? Now what?
Yeah... Let's figure it out. ok?
(Puke)
Let it out man... Nahhh. Don't do that unless you're ready.
pshhh. I'm not sure what you're trying to say, but let's do
it again. (puke....puke puke puke.)  
Nice nice. Ice that.
That what? Whaaaaaaat?
Don't worry about it mannnnn. It's allllllllll goooood. Good
to me. Good to you. (puke)
Well done
Lawrence Hall Apr 2021
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                 What I Learned at Breakfast this Morning, Mannnnn!

A café’ scene for one flat, nasal, abrasive, loud Voice and any number of Bobbing Heads:

V:

I’VE GOT A MASK WITH JOE BIDEN ON IT, MAN!
‘CAUSE THEY BOTH AIN’T NO GOOD FOR NOTHIN’!

(Heads bob)

V:

THE ‘TTORNEY GENERAL OF TEXAS SAYS HE’S GON’ SUE
ANY STORE THAT REQUIRES MASKS, MAN, YEAH, MAN!

(Heads bob)

V:

THEY GON’ TRY THAT SOCIALISM ON US, MAN
AN’ YOU KNOW THAT AIN’T NEVER WORKED, MAN!

(Heads bob)

V:

I AIN’T TAKIN’ THAT *IN’ SHOT, MAN, NO
THAT’S JUST THE FLU AND SOCIALISM!

(Heads bob)

V:

I’D LIKE TO SEE TH’ SUM B
TRY TO MAKE ME
WEAR NO
IN’ MASK, MAN, YEAH, MAN, MAN!

(Heads bob)

V:

THESE HERE PUBLIC SCHOOLS NEED TO BEAT THEM KIDS
‘CAUSE THAT’S IN TH’ BIBLE AND I AIN’T-A GONNA HAVE NONE OF THIS COMMUNIST MOHAMMEDAN LGBT *
TAUGHT TO MY KIDS NOSSIR THEY JUST NEED TO LEARN. TO. CODE. AND SHOOT AND BUTCHER A HOG SO THEY CAN SURVIVE THE TIME OF TRIBULATION THAT’S COMIN’ AND * ANYONE WHO SAYS IT AIN’T BY GOD ‘CAUSE IF IT’S AIN’T IN THE BIBLE I WON’T HAVE IT IN THE HOUSE AND WE DON’T NEED ALL THIS HEATIN’ AND AIR-CONDITIONIN’ ‘CAUSE GOD MADE THE AIR THE WAY IT IS AND WE JUST NEED TO TAKE IT THE WAY IT IS INSTEAD OF MAKING THIS ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENT * MAN…

(Heads continue to bob as curtain falls)
"Would you like some more coffee, sir?"

"Just the check, please."
Donall Dempsey May 2017
GRANNY SHOCKS THE GRANDCHILDREN

me I always
wore a yellow pinafore dress
displaying my what-should-not-be-seen

or a Sgt. Pepper's jacket
serving as a dress...showing off
buttocks & knickers to great effect

moved from squat to squat
lived on hash and Mateus Rosé
***?was just...eh...there

I had loads of lads
loads of lads had me
music and *** - the twin gods

forget "I wanna hold your hand"
we were Stones fans mannnnn
sang "Lets spend the night together"

I wanted to be Juliette Gréco
read/re-read THE STORY OF O
De Sade's 120 DAYS OF *****

?morals/
yeah!yeah!yeah!
whatever

we were all of us always
trying to find ourselves
or escape from ourselves

Granda was mad
bad and gorgeous to know
like straying off the path into

the forest of a fairy story
a **** scary beast
my very own big bad wolf

an Mmmmmmmm
kind of man
"Eat me...eat me!" I'd yell at him

*** was that...what
cheered up those forever
endless rainy British afternoon
Mar Brock Apr 2014
Her
Jane comes up to me and says ,"mannnnn this just ain't my scene"
                  
                 I said Jane how'd you ever get here ,like what can I do for you in the time "between"

                 Hey babe I didnt invite you up here Andy is gone and ***** for Pyros I found obscene

                 Her eyelashes looked like insect legs
              
                 I got no money baby and I have no time

                 Turn around sit at a desk and make a rhyme

                 Or write a song in three quarter time

                 Baby you have used up an Ocean of that softening lotion

                 Maybe you need to stop sometimes and rest
      
                 From what you convince yourself is making Janie best

                 Most left with Kerouac a few left with Andy

                 Been a long time girl since you could be their Candy

                 Dance Dance until you find yourself elsewhere

                 Please dont think that I dont really care

                 But see I dont know what colour you should colour your hair

                Its been so long and I dont want to hurt you

                But I can't hurt myself for you it just wont do

                You cant remember Janie that you really did me wrong

                I dont wish to be cruel
            
                So now this is the end of our song
MEMORY MOTEL

he burnt his draft card
she burnt her bra
they burnt their bridges

she was always Stones mannnnn
he a big Beatles fan
the only thing they argued over

took off for all that glittered
against their families' wishes
they rolled their own

the War happened
on the telly
kicks in her belly

saw the 60's through
saw through each other
divorced in '72

divorce was now
the war
the long battle

he took the boy
she took the girl
hostages to love

the kids hated
him...her
it

he runs through women
she runs through men
like its some competition

the needle gathers fluff
riding the black shellac
her life badly scratched

the needle falls
upon the floor she
don't know nothing no more

cleans her self up
kicks the habit
a health fanatic

becomes Mrs jones
....un-becomes
Mrs. Jones

now somehow here
in 2000 & 2 they
do the wife&husband thing again

they're happier this time 'round
he still a big Beatles fan
she still Stones...mannnnn!  


*

An almost iconic old couple so deeply in love they give off a tangible glow. I meet them on an old fashioned choo-choo puffing its way north to York. The train was a large catterpillar throwing a boa of smoke over its shoulder. I fell into talk with them and admired that their love must have been deep and profound to have lasted to this stage of their life...they laughed at this impression they gave and told me all about how they came about and how they came to be together so that their souls almost glowed with happiness and delight. The story they told me in deliciously thick Brooklyn accents was not the story I had expected to hear but an even better story than I could have ever possibly imagined.
Donall Dempsey May 2018
GRANNY SHOCKS THE GRANDCHILDREN

me I always
wore a yellow pinafore dress
displaying my what-should-not-be-seen

or a Sgt. Pepper's jacket
serving as a dress...showing off
buttocks & knickers to great effect

moved from squat to squat
lived on hash and Mateus Rosé
***?was just...eh...there

I had loads of lads
loads of lads had me
music and *** - the twin gods

forget "I wanna hold your hand"
we were Stones fans mannnnn
sang "Lets spend the night together"

I wanted to be Juliette Gréco
read/re-read THE STORY OF O
De Sade's 120 DAYS OF *****

?morals?
yeah!yeah!yeah!
whatever

we were all of us always
trying to find ourselves
or escape from ourselves

Granda was mad
bad and gorgeous to know
like straying off the path into

the forest of a fairy story
a **** scary beast
my very own big bad wolf

an Mmmmmmmm
kind of man
"Eat me...eat me!" I'd yell at him

*** was that...what
cheered up those forever
endless rainy British afternoon
GRANNY SHOCKS THE GRANDCHILDREN

me I always
wore a yellow pinafore dress
displaying my what-should-not-be-seen

or a Sgt. Pepper's jacket
serving as a dress...showing off
buttocks & knickers to great effect

moved from squat to squat
lived on hash and Mateus Rosé
***?was just...eh...there

I had loads of lads
loads of lads had me
music and *** - the twin gods

forget "I wanna hold your hand"
we were Stones fans mannnnn
sang "Lets spend the night together"

I wanted to be Juliette Gréco
read/re-read THE STORY OF O
De Sade's 120 DAYS OF *****

?morals?
yeah!yeah!yeah!
whatever

we were all of us always
trying to find ourselves
or escape from ourselves

Granda was mad
bad and gorgeous to know
like straying off the path into

the forest of a fairy story
a **** scary beast
my very own big bad wolf

an Mmmmmmmm
kind of man
"Eat me...eat me!" I'd yell at him

*** was that...what
cheered up those forever
endless rainy British afternoon


*

All the young folk saw was an old lady and they couldn't imagine the life she led when young and how the world appeared then to the youth and what they thought they could do. Youth was the new currency and ***...fashion...morals....politics...music were all thrown up in the air. "The '60's..?" she'd smirked in answer to their questions as if she were a history book rather than a real life flesh and blood individual - "...you just had to be there!"

— The End —