Ditch the ads, upload images and much more - upgrade today from 5.95/month!
Read Contests Groups Learn Forums Store Help
 

Anti-Social Drinker

I work hard all week long
looking forward to the weekend
working hard for every dollar
same hand in out it goes, capital fodder

Friday comes bills are paid
take a walk to the corner bar
looking forward to a cold Corona
chase it with a snake bite, pappy's koolaid

Looking around the room, begins the fun
meat market display has just begun
shaking head I let out a few good laughs
men and women gone wild, sexual psychopaths

I am who I choose to be
sitting here alone I enjoy the weekend show
single white males, females in drunken frenzied glow
one HAPPY Anti-Social drinker, yep that's me

(c)2004
~Nikki~


Author notes

Oh my it is really rather quite hilarious watching the FRESH MEAT MARKET DISPLAY; as I call it, at the local bars, pubs and clubs! Oh my the showy display lengths some folks will go to!!!!

Yes, I know the rhyme scheme is different! What can I say, I love to experiment!
Written September 23rd, 2004

In a list

What did you think

    I plan to revise this poem: please leave constructive criticism!
    : , Your review:

    Comment Suggestion: What is your your first impression?
    Line numbers  • Invite them to read
    : no Cost: 0 free left 0 points, You have (?)

Comments

1 - 17 of 17

  • g r e y i s m
    September 30, 2004
    Edit | Reply
    lol..reminds me a bit of the days I used to frequent bars...mostly the year I turned 21. I've become so tame!!
    I love the saying in the pic though, that's hilarious.
    good job with this...
    ~ lea


  • Xxxxxxxxx
    September 26, 2004
    Edit | Reply
    hey hey the weekend woo hoo.
    too bad im broke,d'oh!
    excellent poem


  • MagicLady silver member
    September 25, 2004
    Edit | Reply
    This had a nice voice to it. I remember those days...they haven't changed much except there is kareoke now. I haven't been in a bar for a long time...at least not by myself "looking" Thank goodness for a soft place to land every night. I agree, it does make for interesting poetry. Oh, and guess where I met my husband??

    Cheryl

    Thank you for commenting on my poem Losing a parent
    Edited on Sep 25, 3:14 p.m. because 'add on'.


  • Desiree Darkk
    September 25, 2004
    Edit | Reply
    Meat market, meat rack it's all the same. Love going to my local bar watching the drunks do kareoke on Saturday night. They also dance as well as they sing and if it wasn't for them I'd have nothing to write about. I'll have to try a Corona next time. Enjoyed this little peek into your meat rack, yep they're all the same.

    Desiree


  • anyonita jenea
    September 24, 2004
    Edit | Reply
    heh...yes the ryhme scheme is different-but i like it! this was funny...made m laugh-i needed a good laugh.
    --anyonita


  • September 24, 2004
    Edit | Reply
    pass that barrel over this way please lol i have a couple of straws - that should make it last longer than five minutes.

  • mina nagi
    September 24, 2004
    Edit | Reply
    yeah, that’s what they say… drinking is moderation is good for you… it seems it’s working for you fine.. as for the Snake bite… hmmm…. I was bitten once… never again… lol… I loved the humor…
    mina


  • Wolf of Night
    September 24, 2004
    Edit | Reply
    HEEEEE HEEEEEEEE I like it. Interesting piece LOL! great job!


  • September 24, 2004
    Edit | Reply
    ahhh a woman after me own heart... nothing like taking in the freak show eh? bring a notebook next time it makes for some pretty good poetry lol
    excellent poem
    billy


  • Timothy Cameron gold member
    September 23, 2004
    Edit | Reply
    I was never a social drinker. I isolated and pretended to socialize on occasion. It's also hard to puke and make friends. I could go on and on. I came home one night and my wife started screaming about what a worthless drunk I was. I had puked on the shirt she ironed and I promised to keep it clean. A friend gave me $20 and told me to tell her HE puked on the shirt and paid for it. We all thought she would buy that story. Anyway, when I haned her the money and explained myself, she counted the money and said I was aliar, because there was $40 not $20 there. I said, "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you...he crapped in my pants, too!"
    OK, I hope you laughed and didn't get offended. If it offended you, I'll apologize now.
    Peace Through Love. ET


  • MargaretG
    September 23, 2004
    Edit | Reply

    Entertaining

    I don't have any personal experience! But I've heard it is as you say. I got a chuckle from "Alcohol is my antidrug" because in my books it's one of 'em.
    I like the style of this poem, just enough rhyming and nicely random.

  • LordSeussMD
    September 23, 2004
    Edit | Reply

    Bravo

    Hmmm, a very interesting poem, not the everyday selection of topics to be sure. I definately like the imagery that you convey, and I actually think the light hearted feel of the poem was the perfect surprise foil to what is expected by the title. Bravo.

  • Buchan
    September 23, 2004
    Edit | Reply

    excellent

    You are you....you don't seem to be a problem....it's your life
    well expressed / good write


  • cutiepie gold member
    September 23, 2004
    Edit | Reply

    Meaty :)

    I enjoyed this poem even though I had to read one line twice "The meat market" is a new expression for me and it did give me a chuckle Nice write


  • cosmicrose
    September 23, 2004
    Edit | Reply
    I guess I need be careful how I act when I'm out drinking in case you are watching me... and I become your next poetry fodder... lol

  • Goss98
    September 23, 2004
    Edit | Reply

    Worth the click.

    It was an interesting little read, but the title didn't quite capture the light-heartedness of the piece. I thought it was going to be very serious.


  • Just Another Star
    September 23, 2004
    Edit | Reply
    I got the saaaaaaame problem
    -Sarah-

1 - 17 of 17