B of E #25: the idiot

Frank Prem

he's as loud as a damned circus
the idiot
this is getting beyond a joke
he's obviously stinking drunk
singing and shouting
by turns

 

such an idiot

 

she has been tolerant
but it's enough

 

the neighbours
god knows what they think already
and now this carousing
as though he could possibly think
it would do him any good

 

he can't even sing when he's sober
and this is just awful

 

look at him
a bottle in his hand
a fence to lean against
and a bloody stupid song to sing
at the top of his bloody stupid voice

 

calling her name now

 

he's fallen over
that's IT

 

LISTEN TO ME YOU FOOL
GO AWAY RIGHT NOW
OR I'M CALLING THE POLICE

 

WE'RE FINISHED
DO YOU HEAR ME

 

GO AWAY

 

I'M CALLING THEM NOW

 

see what that does
surely he'll leave soon

 

she'll have to call them

 

more damned fuss

 

idiot

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 5th, 2018 00:01
  • Comment from author about the poem: The Book of Evenings.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
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  • Goldfinch60

    He will have to go. Or will he?

    • Frank Prem

      He's gone, GF. Totally g-o-n-e!

    • Lorna

      And then he sobers up - will he know what an idiot he was?

      • Frank Prem

        I doubt it, Lorna.

      • Laura🌻

        Another fine write, Frank!
        Let’s hope he stays sober
        once he sobers up!
        ~Laura~

        • Frank Prem

          Well, we can surely hope. Not hopefully, though.



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