One for Charles B.

One for Charles B.

A Poem by dead poet 79

Charles always thought he could fight.
He was not very good.
But, when he had all the port wine
And beer in his system
He believed he was invincable.

The night was like any other.
He was sitting by the bar
When a prostitute came and sat next to him.

"Buy me a drink stud"

"Why dont you buy me a drink"

"Well, I never"

"Really me either"

She got up and went down
And sat and talked to a guy
At the other end of the bar.
He looked up at Charles.
Got up and walked over to Charles.

"Look I dont want to talk to you
And I dont want to f**k your w***e."

"No one talks to one of my ladies like that"

"Well, I do"

With that the pimp grabbed Charles by the
Back of his Members Only Jacket.
Pulled him out the back door into the alley.

The whole way there
Charles didnt spill a bit of his beer.
Drank the bottle down
By the time they reached the alley.

"Alright M**********R youve been looking for this
All night."

With that Charles swings.
Misses the pimp badly.
Swung again.
Missed once more.

The pimp
The w***e
The bartender
And a few customers
Where watching and laughing
At Charles.

The pimp landed one in Charles gut.

"Is that all you got F**K face?"

This made the pimp laugh.
He landed another punch
This time to Charles ribs.
Sent Charles to the ground.
Then the pimp kicked him in his side.

Charles lay there not moving.

The w***e goes up to the pimp.

"Come on baby, you dont want to kill him.
Hes not worth it.
Lets go inside and ill give you a hummer."

"HAHAHA yea, your right lets go."
As he turns to leave the pimp spits on Charles.
Turns and heads toward the door.

Charles gets to his feet.
Grabs a piece of scrap wood that
Was in the alley.
Got up to the pimp
And landed a blow to the pimps head.
He went down hard.
The w***e screamed.
"You KILLED him"
"No honey, we arent that fortunate."

Charles stumbled back to his
Original seat at the bar.
Ordered another beer.
And drank till the sun came up.

He survived another night.
But, Charles knew
His day would come.

© 2009 dead poet 79


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dead poet 79
dead poet 79

Knoxville, by way of Chattanooga, TN, TN



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I'm 29, have been writing for over a decade now. Inspirations, Charles Bukowski, Edgar Allan Poe, Slyvia Plath, Music, and everyday people on the bus. more..

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