Who are you?
I say as I rise,
from the crumpled up sheets of a bed I don't quite recognize.
Whats this taste in my mouth?
Its a little bit queer.
Like a sour cheese omelet mixed with some bad thrown up beer.
I am naked, and sore, and your face looks like a boar.
Luckily your asleep.
So we don't have to speak.
Screw all these rhymes! I have the biggest hangover of the year!
So I steal your wallet and get the fuck out of here.
A contest entry
- The Bar Scene (Adult) by Danna Hobart.
300 points, ended September 25, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what do you guys think? Any way to make it better?
Comments
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HILLARIOUS!
Who hasn't been there? It's really strange ,but, I had a feeling this was going to be about vamps. I just read Who could love a vampire. guess i got blood on the brain. this is good i needed a good laugh!! -
Screw all these rhymes! I have the biggest hangover of the year!
So I steal your wallet and get the fuck out of here.
Speaks the truth right here
Riftkin -
It will be a while before he brings a stranger home again, I bet. Thanks for entering.
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i like
i like it, different, funny. not really into rhyming poems, but that's just my personal taste. otherwise, good :-)
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