Black Poetry : Poor Me Another

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  1. Cade Foster

    Cade Foster Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    A man walks into a pub, he's already 8 drinks deep
    his eyes half shut, sloppily dragging his feet
    awkwardly taking a peak as he browsed with a stare
    but his vision is blurred by smoke clouds in the air
    the music is loud, numerous hounds groove to the sound
    while he stands there & fights a grueling duel with a frown
    trying to maneuver around an exuberant crowd...but
    the place is so packed his feet felt glued to the ground
    he sent a frustrated smile to a lady who's new to the town
    making his way to the counter in which booze can be found
    when the destinations met, he then sat on a stool
    right beside a drunken redneck actin the fool
    a loud mouthed hick, with only a quarter of his teeth
    he then turned to the bartender and ordered a drink
    he grabbed himself a draft, and a double shot of rye
    slammin them both back, remembering how his father died
    he's been lonely since then, his pops was all he had
    but he showed no respect and neglected to call him dad
    he was about to shed tears as he spoke in deaths ear
    continued to open his heart, aswell as his next beer
    this was a daily occurance in this bar full of slobs
    bartender lending an ear like it was part of his job
    the man kept rambling on about how his family's gone
    drowning his liver while his emotional tragedy spawns
    he doesn't have to respond,
    only act as verbal punching bag, and reconcile affiliation
    while he takes you on a trek through his trials & tribulations
    you serve him the alcohol that hides denial & humiliation
    and smile in style through the miles of his minds silly hatred
    still listening patient, him sitting adjacent
    stressed, telling tales of depressed living arrangements
    he spoke of his brother while I poured him another...he hasn't seen him for days
    or atleast since the day he released the secret he's gay
    he felt the need to escape this secretive state
    only for them to put him down with any & every reason to hate
    so he decided in leaving the state to break free of debate
    it's a degree of decay but everyone agree'd with this way
    he tried to stand to his feet but fell back in his seat
    he was so drunk at this point it was actually sad to see
    so he was off to the washroom to empty his bladder
    and came back to chat about the life his wife definately shattered
    he took four years of mistreatment before the ***** cheated
    their marriage slowly depleted,
    through the coarse disagreements he still forcefully pleaded
    untill he had enough, and realized she was nothin he needed
    it was rough but he made it, but still suffers from pain
    it was somethin he hated, and was still stuck in his brain
    he then became silent, gappin out to popular slow song
    his head continuously bobbin as the started to doze off
    I called him a cab, and told him to go to his bed
    get some sleep untill you reach soberness friend
    I'll see you tomorrow (when your back to do it all over again)
    a depressed customer is the best customer!
     
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    Cade Foster Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    I know this is long but it's mos def worth the read. :em0200:
     
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    Cade Foster Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Uppin for a few reads.
     
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