Dead Drunken Men

Somebody ought to write a song

About Elm Street and Park Avenue

The haunting ghosts of dead drunken men

How we relive the nightmare over and over again

 

Bottles of booze and dogs that ran in packs

How you use to have to watch your back

The times he'd call you an ungrateful wench

The times you couldn't stand the stench

 

Of this house or the smell of gin

When Jack Daniel's had the upper hand

And the vomit wreaked

of stale alcohol

 

So salvation came to the old homestead

the drunken men are all now dead

There's not much left that hasn't been thrown out

Just a delapitated shell of a house

 

The urine soaked odor of cats and dogs

Layers upon layers of old carpeting now gone

The infestation of cockroaches now exterminated

An inherited shack in the ghetto

 

Believe it or not!

The nightmare on Elm Street has just begun.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[*~Imperfectly Me~*]

This is truly a great poem... your imagery is amazing and it's such a powerful poem... Great job!
"Somebody ought to write a song

About Elm Street and Park Avenue

The haunting ghosts of dead drunken men

How we relive the nightmare over and over again" These are amazing lines.... GREAT JOB!

[Lori]

Your descriptions are so vivid and powerful that I smelled the odors and felt the cockroaches. Really strong and visceral poem!