row three. seat twelve

enter stage left. the one eyed jack.

spying the audience with a mean drunken glare

he spotted me while he was scanning

i was third row. seat twelve

i tried to make him nervous

by closing one eye and glaring back at him

he was as bad an actor as he was a drunk

but this far off broadway no one would notice anyway

i met him three nights ago

in the bar on eighth on elm

the suicide king was buying him drinks

bragging a rose was all it took

to crumple the queen’s robe

at the foot of his bed

he brought the stench with him from the bar

Reviews

[dartanyon jonez]

The title brought me here. Your wordplay has me commenting here.

"he was as bad an actor as he was a drunk
but this far off broadway no one would notice anyway"

The irony of the first line and how you expanded upon said irony in the second line is brillliant! I laughed.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Cocky ole bloke he is..I guess no one told him London"s Bridge has fallen down. ;p

[Zugzwang]

Wow, man. Your language is electric and clear as a bell. Fantastic.