Enters, E.H. MonroeA Poem by Poetic Beautyan ode to my dear friend Monroesters. E.H. Monroe for those who don't know is a resident writer on here. He writes satire with genius metaphors. Check out his work sometime when you have a chance.He staggered into town Spewing sulfuric fire Drenched in seedy sweat From pornographic pleasures Dark hair tangled around His disfigured face As a squall started brewing Almost knocking him Off his feet Ominous air raid sirens Began screaming Their shrill warning “Get inside Lock your doors Hope you make it ‘Til Morning” A seven-eleven coffee cup Firmly gripped In his grimy hand Jack and coke His favorite bed partner Well that And his beloved hand He spit And sputtered Into the night About his Crapolyptic View I stared in disbelief Dumbfounded Frozen in place My legs wouldn’t Move He turned, staring Straight at me With a wicked gleam In his one good Eye He raised cup High toward the sky “Cheers to you my friend” Then he went to take A sip His eyes wide With surprise He threw The empty glass At me I dodged the Spiraling object And then laughed When he fell Right on his Drunken a*s © 2012 Poetic BeautyFeatured Review
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Added on May 21, 2012Last Updated on May 22, 2012 AuthorPoetic Beautycorn country, ILAboutFirst off I'm on here to post my writing to have an outlet for my emotions. You will find a variety of poems. If you like take a moment and stroll through this poets mind. Secondly be kind to each .. more..Writing
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