Blasted Blond
There's always that one person that makes a fool of themselves in a bar. This is the story of one in verse.
Blasted blond
basting in bourbon
makes a scene
Sloshing Seagram's
Seven shots.
Lady is loud,
lamenting about
lasting health.
Yaps and yaps!
Makes you yearn
For her yield.
So soused she is.
So sick she looks.
She rambles a rant
To a friend she sees.
Saying endlessly
How soused she is.
She rises from her seat
Saying she’s sick
But the bathroom in the bar
is far and futile.
Finally, she leaves fast
Only to puke and piss
Everything she eats
Everything she drinks.
And crumbles carelessly
to the carpet floor.
Laughter from longtime friends
Boom through the bar.
Blasting! Blaring!
And the Blasted Blond
Baked on bourbon
Barely moves.
becomes the buffoon
fool floundering for all to see.
About the Creator
Dean Traylor
* Masters in special education and degree in journalism.
*Seasoned writer for the last 30+ years (Newspapers, Magazines, Internet sites)
* Former writer at Hubpages, Helium, and Wikinut.
* Current writer at Medium (@Ds Traylor).
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