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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And so the circle continues…
Some just never learn!
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Hopefully one day he will. He can’t go on like that forever!
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Poor guy. This is what’s known as “a vicious cycle.” You’ve done a great job portraying it. 😉
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Thanks, it is, I’m glad you liked it!
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How long can he keep going like this? Oh to be young again 🙂
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I’m sure once upon a time I did that sort of thing 🙂
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You’ve seen me perform then!
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You were my inspiration!
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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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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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And yet he does the same thing again the next night ha-ha!
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As long as he can get away with it 🙂
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and so the cycle goes on …
you really grabbed a snapshot of a sobering reality for some folks
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It can only go on for so long, though…
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indeed – and needs escalate and so if they do not reel it in — crash might come
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The Hangover Part Infinity!
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Yeek! Ah, hangovers…
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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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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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That’s not a worm in the bottom of that bottle of tequila…
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Urk!
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I won’t be going to an open mic night at that pub again!
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Very wise, I certainly wouldn’t want to listen to hours of my “poetry” 🙂
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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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I’m glad you liked it! As for him, fingers crossed he changes some things in his life…
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such is life. learn to deal with it or die. 🙂
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Yep. Or make better life choices 🙂
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Ha… I now this… a never again only last until sunset…
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Yep, then it all begins again…
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I hope the narrator lives long enough to grow out of it. I count myself lucky.
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I hope so too. Most do, some don’t…
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The ongoing circle.
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Yep 😦
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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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Me too!
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Never again – until tonight! Nice one.
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Thanks! Does “never again” ever mean that?
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Quite impressed, you see I am, the way he handles a missing gam
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Ha, clever!
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He sounds as though he’ll never learn
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Sadly you could be right.
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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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It’ll creep up on him and that’s where he’ll be…
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Haha! Have fun 😉
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🙂
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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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Same old, every night 😦 I’m glad you liked it!
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Yep, when you are legless, you spend life on all fours.
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Very true.
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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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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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It’s so not worth it! Great poem!! 🙂
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It’s not for sure. I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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I loved the poem 😀
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Thanks 🙂
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What do you mean “sorry excuse for a poem”? I happen to think it’s fab! Very catchy and witty.
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Thanks! I’m pretty sure it didn’t follow established rules but i’m glad you liked it 🙂
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It’s free verse. 😉
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Love this! Lighthearted and so terribly un-self-aware.
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I like that – “un-self-aware” 🙂 I’m glad you liked it!
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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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Well, I was young once 😉
I’m glad you liked my rare little poem!
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Running around in circles I guess…MOL 😀 Extra Pawkisses 🙂 ❤
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Probably literally, until he falls over 🙂
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…his own foot…🙀 😀
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Mic drop! That was fun.
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I’m glad you liked it 🙂
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