Tattered tattooed ManA Poem by Nicole Clarice Anna WiestYet again, my imagination runs wild and I lash out at an imaginary man covered in old gnarly tattos - Enjoy!Alone You are In this bar, Surrounded by Strangers. The installation Of my thoughts Into your mind Has occurred. Memories of tattered tattoos And blurred Visions of who you Used to be. You think we don’t See you In the corner? No foreigner In site; Not you, Not him, Not them. This is not a game. I will not try to tame Your livid attitude Based on falsified information. How about some gratitude? You selfish prick. Sitting in the corner, Tattered tattooed man Without a soul, Or goal, Or life to live Outside this bar. You are no one. So shine your shoes And say your prayers As we all watch you Come undone. And for each drink That you gulp down I will have two for you. And spew it upon your Brand new designer shoes, And watch that temper roar. You’ll see me smile And walk away Straight out the front door. And you will remain a distant, Horrendous Memory, Tattered tattooed man.© 2010 Nicole Clarice Anna WiestReviews
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4 Reviews Added on July 19, 2010 Last Updated on July 19, 2010 AuthorNicole Clarice Anna WiestCanadaAboutI am 24 years old, living in SK, Canada. I have been writing poetry ever since I could hold a pen. I absolutely love writing and use it as a way to get my feelings out; a sort of therapy. I have been .. more..Writing
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