Inspired by a beat poem by Tim Minchin..... and coffee with a potential suitor who seemed much more fun online. But don't they all? ;)
Faded jeans, hand rolled cigarette hanging from his bottom lip
And it's not that I don't like the fellow,
Fingers and teeth tobacco stained yellow...
But he's trying to tell me that the "Man" is going to take me down
And how every woman has treated him like a clown...
And looking at his shoes... battered and over-sized
I inwardly chuckle at how some could come to that conclusion....
"The trouble with women," he says, a finger in the air
"Is they don't understand, they nag and whine and don't put out,
It's no surprise guys have affairs, won't put on airs,
Hell they still expect us to pull out their chairs!"
"And yeah," he continues, "Chivalry is dead,
"I mean 'cause, let's face it, most women are screwed in the head..."
I'm thinking to myself, he's partially right, as the screw in my own
Is slowly loosening, threatening to unravel my resolve to remain silent...
I resist, sip at my bourbon, mentally preparing for the next tirade,
The next tsunami of bullshit to come tumbling out of his ashtray mouth
"You seem alright, not like the last bitch,
And hey," (he winks), "if you ever get an itch...
I'd be prepared to give it a good old scratch....
But don't you go thinking I'm your perfect match..."
And there it is, I've switched off now, I'm hearing Celine Dion
Singing as the iceberg that is now my heart, sinks another relationSHIP
The SS Unthinkable
Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2014-05-06 at 17:43
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The SS Unthinkable
He speaks of love and pain like one and the sameFaded jeans, hand rolled cigarette hanging from his bottom lip
And it's not that I don't like the fellow,
Fingers and teeth tobacco stained yellow...
But he's trying to tell me that the "Man" is going to take me down
And how every woman has treated him like a clown...
And looking at his shoes... battered and over-sized
I inwardly chuckle at how some could come to that conclusion....
"The trouble with women," he says, a finger in the air
"Is they don't understand, they nag and whine and don't put out,
It's no surprise guys have affairs, won't put on airs,
Hell they still expect us to pull out their chairs!"
"And yeah," he continues, "Chivalry is dead,
"I mean 'cause, let's face it, most women are screwed in the head..."
I'm thinking to myself, he's partially right, as the screw in my own
Is slowly loosening, threatening to unravel my resolve to remain silent...
I resist, sip at my bourbon, mentally preparing for the next tirade,
The next tsunami of bullshit to come tumbling out of his ashtray mouth
"You seem alright, not like the last bitch,
And hey," (he winks), "if you ever get an itch...
I'd be prepared to give it a good old scratch....
But don't you go thinking I'm your perfect match..."
And there it is, I've switched off now, I'm hearing Celine Dion
Singing as the iceberg that is now my heart, sinks another relationSHIP
The SS Unthinkable
Poetry by Purple Phoenix
Read 918 times
Written on 2014-05-06 at 17:43
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