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Stag Night
larrylark

How come I came,
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hardly remembering my name?
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Dumped like a bag of bones,
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alone among stony outcrops of some
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God forsaken bandit land.
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Feeling wrecked toes twitching
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in a sheep polluted beck,
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latch key round my neck,
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road map taped to satin vest,
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could this be some kind of test?
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Then spotted, arrested,
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by a mucus fuelled testosterone
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walking his Billy Goats Gruff.
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“Don’t come trip trapping on my bridge
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With your pigeon toed fancy high heels,
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We don’t have your sort round here.”
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He wrenched open my clasp bag,
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Scattering the last of my Chanel No. 5,
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ruby wine lipstick, designer eye liner
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into some prickly bushes.
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It was then I recalled my lush stag night-
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wedding today-frightful bride,
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image of my mother who had procured
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and lured her-the strange tasting
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sherbet treble vodka whirl.
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I glanced at my Lotte Lempere
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Diamenti encrusted watch.
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“Oh my god, too late, its fate.”
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I leaned and kissed his whiskery jaw,
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blew a kiss to all his sheep and goats.
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I’d missed the boat.
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He was off down the road
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As fast as his legs could propel him
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Shouting “This guys a nutter.” to no one.
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Light headed, elated i walked off,
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Singing “Mad About The Boy.”
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“This ones for you Noel.”
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I had always been a coward
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but when my mobile rang
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I saw it was mummy, switched it off,
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slung it in the ditch, twirled round
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like the true bitch I’d always wanted to be,
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and walked back into the sunrise.
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18 Jun 10

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I like this, it told a story to me
 — psychofemale

It told a helluv a one to me too

Larry fabled Lark
 — larrylark

You dog. I was immersed! The last stanza carried a stomping beat which rattled my bones! I like how delicately bad ass this poem is.

Yours inferiorly,

Skwibul.
 — Squibble

Only you my dear squibbles have appreciated the depth of anguish depair and yearning portrayed within this novel

Larry as it is Lark
 — larrylark

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