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FF – Party Time

Here is my sorry excuse for a poem for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by J Hardy Carroll.

All the rules of poetry are out the window, people! Imagine one of those open-mic clubs, chap sits on a stool onstage, hat and coat, growls this pseudo-poem into the microphone, thanks everyone, drops the mic on the stage and walks off.

Copyright J Hardy Carroll

 

What a night!
High as a kite
So much booze
How to choose?
So drink it all

Legless
Headless
What a mess
No way home
I’ve lost my phone
In a skip
What a trip
This is it
I think I’m gonna
Throw up

Daylight’s grace
On my face
Thumping head
Think I’m dead
Where’s my bed?

Not here
I fear

NEVER AGAIN

My head hurts
Off to work
To pay my way
Until tonight
The clock hits nine
Party time!

 

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  1. July 4, 2018 at 6:19 pm

    And so the circle continues…
    Some just never learn!

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    • July 5, 2018 at 11:40 am

      Hopefully one day he will. He can’t go on like that forever!

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  2. July 4, 2018 at 6:23 pm

    Poor guy. This is what’s known as “a vicious cycle.” You’ve done a great job portraying it. 😉

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  3. July 4, 2018 at 6:50 pm

    How long can he keep going like this? Oh to be young again 🙂

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  4. July 4, 2018 at 8:14 pm

    You’ve seen me perform then!

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  5. July 4, 2018 at 9:03 pm

    It’s amazing how much better you can feel after just a few hours, up and at ’em and raring to go again. Loved your comment about the pseudo poetry at the open mic. I’ve sat through a few of those and, you know, I will never get those mind-numbing hours back.

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    • July 5, 2018 at 11:42 am

      From feeling like you’re dying to ready to start again in no time (when you’re young!).
      Sorry to hear about your free-form poetry recital misfortunes 😦

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  6. July 4, 2018 at 9:22 pm

    And yet he does the same thing again the next night ha-ha!

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    • July 5, 2018 at 11:43 am

      As long as he can get away with it 🙂

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  7. July 4, 2018 at 10:27 pm

    and so the cycle goes on …

    you really grabbed a snapshot of a sobering reality for some folks

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    • July 5, 2018 at 11:43 am

      It can only go on for so long, though…

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      • July 5, 2018 at 8:10 pm

        indeed – and needs escalate and so if they do not reel it in — crash might come

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  8. July 5, 2018 at 10:38 am

    The Hangover Part Infinity!

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  9. July 5, 2018 at 2:28 pm

    That is some really serious booze he’s drinking if body parts are falling off. He might want to look up AA. I’m sure his poems will be a hit during group sessions…

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    • July 5, 2018 at 3:59 pm

      It’s okay, he’s only figuratively legless. Though if he keeps on going like that I’m sure something will fall off. Maybe that’s what happened to that squirrel and the meerkats…

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      • July 5, 2018 at 5:13 pm

        That’s not a worm in the bottom of that bottle of tequila…

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      • July 5, 2018 at 7:36 pm

        Urk!

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  10. July 5, 2018 at 3:22 pm

    I won’t be going to an open mic night at that pub again!

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    • July 5, 2018 at 3:59 pm

      Very wise, I certainly wouldn’t want to listen to hours of my “poetry” 🙂

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  11. July 5, 2018 at 4:42 pm

    This turned out to be a delightful poem, well, for us but not for him who is on the merry-go-round from hell.

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    • July 5, 2018 at 7:36 pm

      I’m glad you liked it! As for him, fingers crossed he changes some things in his life…

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  12. July 5, 2018 at 6:37 pm

    such is life. learn to deal with it or die. 🙂

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  13. July 5, 2018 at 8:00 pm

    Ha… I now this… a never again only last until sunset…

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  14. July 5, 2018 at 8:36 pm

    I hope the narrator lives long enough to grow out of it. I count myself lucky.

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    • July 6, 2018 at 11:56 am

      I hope so too. Most do, some don’t…

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  15. July 6, 2018 at 2:47 am

    The ongoing circle.

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  16. July 6, 2018 at 3:30 am

    I got a little queasy reading it.
    I’m glad I grew out of that party phase a LONG time ago!

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  17. July 6, 2018 at 8:55 am

    Never again – until tonight! Nice one.

    Click to read my FriFic tale

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  18. July 6, 2018 at 2:34 pm

    Quite impressed, you see I am, the way he handles a missing gam

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  19. July 6, 2018 at 2:48 pm

    He sounds as though he’ll never learn

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  20. July 6, 2018 at 3:00 pm

    Oh, boy! That’s one serious drink problem. Only one step away from staying in every night and hugging your best friend – the bottle.

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    • July 6, 2018 at 3:02 pm

      It’ll creep up on him and that’s where he’ll be…

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  21. July 6, 2018 at 3:03 pm

    Haha! Have fun 😉

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  22. July 6, 2018 at 6:04 pm

    I enjoyed the poem but feel sorry for the guy. The lure of party time that doesn’t lead anywhere good. Nice job! =)

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  23. July 7, 2018 at 7:02 am

    Yep, when you are legless, you spend life on all fours.

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  24. July 7, 2018 at 12:05 pm

    Dear Ali,

    What a vicious cycle…a little like a dog chasing its tail, or in this case, leg. You made me laugh and cringe at the same time. Good one.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • July 8, 2018 at 7:11 am

      Dear Rochelle,
      Very much like that, I hope he can break it before it’s too late. I’m glad you liked it 🙂
      Ali

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  25. July 7, 2018 at 3:56 pm

    It’s so not worth it! Great poem!! 🙂

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  26. July 8, 2018 at 6:03 am

    I loved the poem 😀

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  27. July 8, 2018 at 12:34 pm

    What do you mean “sorry excuse for a poem”? I happen to think it’s fab! Very catchy and witty.

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    • July 8, 2018 at 5:30 pm

      Thanks! I’m pretty sure it didn’t follow established rules but i’m glad you liked it 🙂

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  28. July 8, 2018 at 7:52 pm

    Love this! Lighthearted and so terribly un-self-aware.

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    • July 9, 2018 at 11:34 am

      I like that – “un-self-aware” 🙂 I’m glad you liked it!

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  29. July 9, 2018 at 10:58 am

    I am imagining this took a while to write as I’m sure you don’t write from experience. Really loved the meter of this, the rhyme, and the inevitable lack of self-awareness at the end.

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    • July 9, 2018 at 11:35 am

      Well, I was young once 😉
      I’m glad you liked my rare little poem!

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  30. July 9, 2018 at 2:22 pm

    Running around in circles I guess…MOL 😀 Extra Pawkisses 🙂 ❤

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  31. July 9, 2018 at 9:17 pm

    Mic drop! That was fun.

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