Last Call
I wrote this over a couple week period. I wanted to tell a story with my wordz, and I think I accomplished what I set out to do. So I hope you can enjoy, and relate in some way to this tale.
The Bottoms Up
ACT 1
Kill that shrill voice inside my head.
It talks loco when I try to sleep in my bed.
It screams in pain to send shivers up my spine.
It only tells me to spend time next to the fine wine.
I do what it says to shut it up.
So abrupt was my hand to the cup,
That I decided that this drink wasn't enough.
Stuffed my keys in my pocket, and I was out the door.
I adored the alcohol, so I went to get more.
The bar was packed to attract the sex
That was progressed and instigated by the drink
To the brink of insanity.
It was a calamity, until I had the frosty cup in hand.
Then I stood and watched the music play from the bars band.
As bland as it was people were dancing,
And I could see, in the distance, two women were advancing.
We sat down and talked, drank, then talked and drank some more.
Soon it was last call, so we walked out the door.
We headed back to their place, where we picked up the pace,
And it was a race to the bedroom where the three of us would face.
"I have the 'protection' one of them declared,
So we were heated a little until I was prepared,
And we shared the bed very late in night.
It was a sight for sore eyes when I awoke the next day.
My 'protection was broken next to where I lay.
Had I drank so much not to notice I thought,
And then the voice burst out at me with a shot.
It laughed at me with mocking pride,
So with stride, I put my pants back on my hide.
I called the cab for a ride,
And when I left the girls still lay sleeping on the bed inside.
ACT 2
Thoughts collided when I confided in my mind.
I didn't understand how I had been so blind.
When I tried to sleep away my fears
The voice appeared and was ringing in my ears.
Gears worked the clockwork inside the mind's eye,
Making me think I might even die.
Shying away from the bed, I went to the fridge,
But I cringed when the door creaked with a roar.
It tore through my ears with searing pain,
And then the voice came back to make me insane.
"Stain someone else's mind with your lies.
I despise what you made me do, it was unwise.
Disguise yourself no more with your lies".
I shrieked at him suddenly with tears in my eyes.
It was quiet for a moment, but he finally replies,
"Cries of grief is all I have heard,
But its absurd to think what I have done to you is unheard.
Every word I have spoken has been a token
That you have always broken.
So, let me elaborate on this state of affairs
That tears you to shreds, and treads
On your life making you wish you were dead.
Your red in the face about me I can tell,
But in all this time I have only tried to make you well".
"Sell these lies not to me" I said in retort.
"Believe me I do not, I will tell you in short.
You contort the image that I would do you ill will,
But I tell you to drink because it gives you a thrill.
I fill your mind with good things to do,
But you shoo me away, telling me that were threw.
True I’ve laughed at you in the past when shit hit the fan,
But you ignored my advice, took off, and ran!
You banned my advice to entice yourself to sleep,
And deep in drink you lay in bed without a peep.
A creep in your mind is not what I am".
"What you are, I don't give a damn.
Cram your advice and go away.
Don’t talk to me again, and do not stay.
I pray that you just leave me alone,
Because my mind can no longer be your home"
ACT 3
And Home it wasn’t I would have pleasantly said.
The voice was dead, and I could think straight in my head.
In bed I did not drink at night,
But at least the voice was not there to give me a fright.
I had a bright little future, now, with no worry,
But my motivation was gone and everything was blurry.
I was not in a hurry to drink all the time,
And I guess that was fine cause I had better things on my mind.
I devoted myself to college,
Pursued my dreams and grasped more knowledge.
Soon my life would all be straight and I could pursue my fate.
It’s not to late to change my ways.
It pays not to drink all of these days,
And this was the way it was for a while,
But all the while, something was brewing, something very vile.
And months down the road guess who would dial?
"Hello, who is this", I asked, when I had picked up the phone?
"I have a bone to pick with you,” the voice sharply said,
And I wondered who it was while my face turned red.
"Don’t you know who this is, you slept with us both in bed".
A dread in my mind boiled my brain,
And I shouted, "Why are you calling my house, are you insane?
Believe me I have no interest in you.
As far as I’m concerned you were just a good screw"!
"Eww, I don’t want you again, she insisted,
But I had to tell you, even though I have resisted,
That it has been a few months, and we both have missed it.
We visited the hospital just to be sure,
And sure enough our perception was not obscure.
I know that night for you must have been a blur!
However, were you aware that the condom broke, or did you even care?
How dare you imply that I have been unfair!
So do not ignore what I’ve said; do not dare"!
I stared at my wall for what seemed like an hour.
Then my head felt dizzy, and my stomach turned sour.
"I have the power of attorney, she stated,
So this conversation should no longer be debated.
We contemplated our decision and were going to keep both of our sons.
It stuns you, I can tell,
But you had better pay the child support on the bell".
She slammed down the phone and I did not feel to well
I'd have to shell out money the rest of my life,
With no dreams Id be able to accomplish, and I would not have a wife.
At the moment I felt very horrible,
And I realized that school could no longer be affordable,
But a drink right now I would find very adorable.
Sure enough the voice came back, but I must admit I sighed with relief.
-Frantik-
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