Saturday Night Curiosity

Hot pants, cold pants, no pants

high heels, hair gel, lip gloss

testosterone

eau de ego

jostling

wearing spillage

 

Peacocks

strutting c***s

fighting c***s

c***s

 

Saturday night curiosity

at the trendy provincial bar

decides to go home and

watch X Factor on tv

exit through nicotine fog

 

The difference between decades passing

is feeling you’re missing out by staying in

and knowing you’re missing nothing.

Reviews

[V. K. Harris]

LOL ,Another fun write, I love this one, its so true.

[Brette Medb]

Nice... I liked it.



B.

[Cold Coffee Magazine]

The last line packs a punch. Bravo. I read a line by another writer in here stirred me deeply. It went something like "We pass by a looking glass where spirits ask us what's real." Your statement says something along the same lines to me as his did in that, what if this life we live is where all the knowledge of the world lies. I know its a mind blowing statement but wouldn't be interesting to see how people would live there lives if they knew only mysteries followed? Would they live they're lives any differently?

Food for thought.

Dave

[Tbird]

"Peacocks
Strutting c***s
Fighting c***s
C***s"

God this was a great line!
This is the reason my girl and I never go out lol. Sometimes we feel old but dinner and an occasional movie really are the only things we'll go out for these days. Even then well usually grab a couple bottles of wine and grab some food from the market. It is hilarious to read this because the bar scenes never change 1, 5, or 10 years and the bar is still the same. Even when I worked as a bouncer a few years back I always had the greatest stories to tell my girl.

Thanks for sharing this April

[__Flaw__]

Peacocks
Strutting c***s
Fighting c***s
C***s

Haha...now that was hilarious....I hope there aren't too many gays listening...which club was that monsierr..hahaha :))))

I am not that party sort but have tried exactly a couple of times...and tis exactly as u say :)))

Carry on. Adios :)))

[James K. Blaylock]

I really enjoyed this poem. I could just feel the boredom flowing aimlessly thoughout. And watching tv seemed to offer the best outcome to the lame night.