poems written on the fly

Daddy’s big day out

In art, literature, poem, poetry, seb, writing on 27 March 2007 at 5:45 am

Went to the book fair
drank with my friends
smoked some
then drank again
Didn’t go home
Didn’t eat dinner
but went straight
to see more friends
play some rock’n'roll
in a club downtown
Finally went home
sweated some
shook some
puked some
and crashed in bed

Awesome

EL SEBBO VIEJO

  1. Wot? U didn’t eat dinner son? And wot about yr vitamins? U should be careful son. But u no wot, I love the notion of a club dowtown, esp in a town where there seems to b bo downtown sometimes. Dat’s de cool thang about it. All da best. djn

  2. Young mens, those days. They don’t know how to drink.

  3. They don’t know what drinking is about. (that’s worst)

  4. I meant NO downtown, right?