Piss and VinegarA Poem by ettorneyGod d****t where's mah whiskey
Ah need sumptin fer mah troat. Somebody find mah god damn whiskey! Mah back's a achin and mah troats dry. Jesus Christ cain't nobody he'ah me? Where's my god damn whiskey? Bessie? Junior? Annabelle? Where ya'all at fer cryin out loud? Well al'right then ahs jus get mah own god damn whiskey, ever-body lazy round he'ah even the god damn dog ain't around. Maybe tis he'ah in the kitchen. No. Maybe ah left some up stairs, gotta go up ta god damn stairs. Christ tain't up he'ah neither. Bessie! Where you at? Ah can't find mah god damn whiskey! Junior god d****t where you at? Jesus Christ ahm all alone he'ah. All alone. Where the Sam hell'd ever-body go? Well ah be god dammed. This he'ah chair all old and busted up. Shoot this ain't no god damn house ah remember! Why the hell am ah in this god damn forsaken place? What kinda place is this anyways? A hell hole that's what it is. A god damn hell hole. Cobwebs eva'where. Looky he'ah even these windas is broken. Damn that's strange. Don't look like nobodys lived he-ah fo yeeahs. What's that ot ta winda? A gravestone? Rhat the'ah in ta front yard? Whose grave stone that be? What's it say the'ah on that there marka? Here lies Sam Helton Why that be me! What ta Sam hell? What's ta rest of it say? Full of piss and vinegar. Keep the damn house you ole coot. Well ah be damned. © 2010 ettorneyAuthor's Note
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15 Reviews Added on May 15, 2010 Last Updated on May 16, 2010 AuthorettorneyChicago, ILAboutI love to write. I love the process of writing. I’ve been gone from writing for a decade! Time to get back on the horse, don’t ya think? Although not perfect myself, I hate bad gra.. more..Writing
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