God Of Disco

God Of Disco

A Poem by Tara

 

God Of Disco

i'm half way to shitfaced
when the goldchained God of Disco
saunters my way.

this is going to be fun.
you can still see the comb marks
in his slicked back hair.

he feeds me his line
as he throws back a shot
and offers me one.

i down it
and start ponitificating
on the current state of music.

i hit him with my best
Zappa and Dylan lyrics
to thoroughly confuse him

then watch gleefully as he squirms
unsure of  what to make of me
as i make a quick exit to the bathroom.

when i come out
he's found a buxom blonde
who probably doesn't know Morrison from Morrissey.

© 2008 Tara


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how awesome.. a playful, deliberate, funny piece.. says a lot about you, how you fit into the world and the way people respond to you... a mere window of a picture and yet says so much.. no the disco god was not made for you, though he was ridiculous and amusing for those few moments which were more than sufficient.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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how awesome.. a playful, deliberate, funny piece.. says a lot about you, how you fit into the world and the way people respond to you... a mere window of a picture and yet says so much.. no the disco god was not made for you, though he was ridiculous and amusing for those few moments which were more than sufficient.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thank god you left! haha
Your right he wouldnt know! Enjoyed this, Shelly

Posted 16 Years Ago


Ha! This is great-- coming from one who was embarassed by my dad's penchant for singing Zappa lyrics to my middle school friends....."Evelyn, the modified dog........"
Otherwise, I dig the vampy intellectual chick who plays with boy's minds.....

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love the line halfway to shitfaced Good work . :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lord, I'm glad I'm not in this scene anymore. Believe me, I spent too much time there.

Great write.
papaed

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ha ha - you should have left him with your drink...! He'd still be there... trying to figure you out, but not wanting to give up on you... waiting for you to come back from the bathroom...
I remember saying to one girl - a nurse, she said - "There's some right sadheads in 'ere tonight..." "Would you just hold my drink," she says - "Only I need to..."
Need I say more... myself, I shop at Morrisons these days...


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh man
I used to do this to women
: D
Zappa and Dylan lyrics is a great line ( in my day it was Talking Heads and Elvis Costello)
I really enjoyed this, you have a great sense of the absurd and an almost Irish cynicism
Thank you
Namaste'
Tim

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Screams of Uniondale and Garden City, circa 1980--the description of the hair is enough to give one disco-ball lighting epilepsy in and of itself. Nice little true-to-life snapshot of a place and time.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 9, 2008

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Tara
Tara

Long Island, NY



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