Eyes open, focused on last call.
Half grin and one raised brow for posture.
Listening to humming machines and NFL Highlights.
Glasses clattering as men bark instictivly.
Slobbering grunts, drooling over pre-teen hostesses.
These Bravado's boasting egos
Mercenaries, so honored via a goverment contract
A bar where thugs for hire are portioned out pride in shot glasses.
Quotes from Men on film sift through the bar.
“Nancy boy” slips between slurred murmurs
It's a gym locker room with booze you see,
and these full backs are now totting Kevlar jersy's.
Serving Balck Water's Beer, being called a fagot in my blind spots.
A cheshire smirk, and brows arched in center
Looking to the last stool where my girlfriend sits,
possessed by her cross word puzzles.
Half a smile for her, and half for the thought
Knowing the fate of these bigoted apes.
Sucking down the bitter pill of hotel porn after last call.
As I cook dinner for my laidy, and then eat her for dessert.
Half grin and one raised brow for posture.
Listening to humming machines and NFL Highlights.
Glasses clattering as men bark instictivly.
Slobbering grunts, drooling over pre-teen hostesses.
These Bravado's boasting egos
Mercenaries, so honored via a goverment contract
A bar where thugs for hire are portioned out pride in shot glasses.
Quotes from Men on film sift through the bar.
“Nancy boy” slips between slurred murmurs
It's a gym locker room with booze you see,
and these full backs are now totting Kevlar jersy's.
Serving Balck Water's Beer, being called a fagot in my blind spots.
A cheshire smirk, and brows arched in center
Looking to the last stool where my girlfriend sits,
possessed by her cross word puzzles.
Half a smile for her, and half for the thought
Knowing the fate of these bigoted apes.
Sucking down the bitter pill of hotel porn after last call.
As I cook dinner for my laidy, and then eat her for dessert.
Author notes
Wrote this in reference to a flash back I had of my job as a bar tender a few years ago. The story in question actually happended, and happens quit often. Its what I get for being what most affectionatly call A "metro sexual"
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Ha ha ha! Great stuff!
~O.A.

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"cook dinner for my misstress and then eat her for dessert"... lovely. was that roomate awake or asleep? that's just wrong and yet so funny. i love it.


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Well technically
She was my roommate, so yes. We had been living together for a few months at the time. Though Im sure the story would have been more amusing if there had been an awakened rommy.
Thanks for reading.
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WOW
im really shocked at this..
i dont usually like things like this but wow
im amazed and taken aback by your use of language and how images slip from one to another...
I love it^^

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Nice write here - I really enjoyed it! Like the way you told a story and the flow was good.
I loved these lines:
'Slobbering grunts, drooling over pre-teen hostesses.
Bravado's boasting strength
Mercenaries, so honored via a mirror'
They really set the scene with so few words.
I'm going to take a lookat some of your other writes because I really enjoyed this one.
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Nicely done
This is a good story and Im glad u shared it, good work indeed
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