Mr.Dick

"Your a Dick!"
Choking monkey's fall
To places too dark and small
Wonder if you'll call
Gotcha number,
from the bathroom wall.

Life is, but a bore
as I nip at this cheesy hor
Bartender pours,
in a glass that saw more shots,

then most wars.

Closing time does loom,
in this musky hotel room.
In a bed built for one,
but creeks at the weight of two,
Oh, we do, what we do
as dew fly's stew,
asked in the morning,
I can't for the night of me remember your na...
"Your a dick!"

Well, this much is true.
But it's Mr.Dick to you!
Now shew fly shew.

By the unknown sith

Look at it
play with it
Who is it?
Mr. Dick!

Reviews

[Andra Dare]

I like the style, imagery, and raw nerve of this poem. You seem to blend raw reality and surreality.