Joined: Tue May 30, 2006 2:48 pm Posts: 3115 Location: Edinburgh/Lincoln, UK
(Inspired by my current job)
Poor me. Damp and Relentless. And you Pour it, Pour it, Pour it... Salt, Pepper, Sauce (Brown, Red, White), Cold Tea, Coffee, Milk, Pour it, Pour it, Pour it, Frij milkshake (Makesmeshake), Orange juice, Apple juice, Your inch long Bogey, Your index Finger Nail, Oh Poor me! You Pour it, Pour it, Pour it (Especially the salt. You bastards), All Over The Fucking Table.
Post subject: Re: 'Ballad of Checkered Blue' (poetry)
Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 2:26 am
Stone's Bitch
Joined: Mon Oct 18, 2004 2:29 pm Posts: 6984 Location: if anyone wants me, i'll be in my room Gender: Male
are you a waiter?
this feels like if you hooked up a computer to a waiter's brain on the worst night of their life (at work, that is) and it recorded their thoughts as they occured. obviously very frustrating for you... i like the unique flow of it, and the form. it doesnt read like an ABAB poem or anything like that. this is its own animal.
Post subject: Re: 'Ballad of Checkered Blue' (poetry)
Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 6:42 pm
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Joined: Tue May 30, 2006 2:48 pm Posts: 3115 Location: Edinburgh/Lincoln, UK
Play C3 wrote:
are you a waiter?
this feels like if you hooked up a computer to a waiter's brain on the worst night of their life (at work, that is) and it recorded their thoughts as they occured. obviously very frustrating for you... i like the unique flow of it, and the form. it doesnt read like an ABAB poem or anything like that. this is its own animal.
I'm working in a restaraunt/sandwich store at the moment to get some money together.
I really wasn't taking this seriously at all. It's a tribute to my cloth and all other cloths out there.
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