The Drive Thru.

The Drive Thru.

A Poem by Paul Bell

Did you see the way Debbie was winking at me last night.

That wasn’t winking, her eyes were rolling in disgust.

No, it was definitely come on eyes.

My God, you got arrested at the altar for bigamy, why the hell would she come on to you.

I didn’t realise I was married, I mean, who the hell thinks a guy dressed as Elvis and a Marlon Monroe lookalike could possibly marry you.

Two months in prison wasn’t enough for you.

I actually learned quite a lot in prison, do you know the prison governess let me work under her.

Tell me you didn’t propose to her.

Of course, I didn’t, though I wouldn’t have minded, she does live in a lovely big house.

How do you know she lives in a big house.

That’s where I served my sentence, it was a sort of house arrest.

I honestly can’t believe what I’m hearing, I mean, how the hell do you do it, do women just feel sorry you.

I’ve got a big heart. So, if you don’t mind texting Debbie and asking her for a date on my behalf.

No problem, actually can’t wait to get the reply. Here goes. Oh, and here’s the reply. ‘’Tell that lying cheating b*****d I wouldn’t go out with him if he was the last man on earth.’’ I think that speaks volumes, don’t you.

Fantastic.

What’s fantastic.

So you didn’t see the hidden meaning in that text.

My God, do you know I actually commit people like you, you are utterly delusional.

Text her back and ask her if she wants rage sex.

You are stark raving mad, I really should have you locked up for your own safety.

A Thousand pounds say I’m right, Mr smart Psychiatrist.

A thousand pounds, right, you’re on. Here goes, again. Okay you’ve got twenty minutes to get to her house before the rage wears off.

Fantastic, oh if you don’t mind putting that money into my account, one will need it for the champagne and oysters to get our strength back for the night session.

I am going down to my office and I’m going to pull every diploma off the wall and smash them to bits. I am then going to commit myself into the mental asylum, cos I just don’t know what the hell happened there.

© 2020 Paul Bell


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I’m rolling on the floor wondering what the hell happened here too lol! Some guys have all the luck but where does he get the strength from!!!

Posted 4 Years Ago


Rania M

4 Years Ago

He could marry one lol ;)
Paul Bell

4 Years Ago

Think they've all got his picture on the wall, with the words, Beware, this man will put you into th.. read more
Rania M

4 Years Ago

I’ll stay on at the beach :)
This is a biting laughing crying howling commentary on how it always seems like the most unlikely ones get the most coveted prizes in love. You've hit the nail on the head . . . these "lucky ones" aren't hitting some kind of jackpot of open doors, they simply blast thru any closed doors, fueled by delusion. I've known some of those. The really desirable ones are never bold enuf to be this way! Your pieces are always entertaining & piquing my diatribes about the way people bumble! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


Paul Bell

4 Years Ago

The poor guy's in isolation now due to the virus, but you just know he's got a cunning plan to dig h.. read more

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Added on March 22, 2020
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