THAT’S ME!
Looking at life thru the bottom
of a bottle, blue green glass, that’s me.
It’s midnight late; I’ve been waiting
for my date, since half-past eight, that’s me.
The bars in motion, music’s a commotion,
a kafuffle, that’s me.
I’ve been eighteen for nearly eight years now
and nobody knows that that's me.
If you call, don’t call me small,
call me cute and dandy Andy, that’s me.
I’m the guy, straight talking, street talking,
sweet talking, pub-poetry, that’s me.
Fourteen, twenty-one, I’ve not been sober
since last October, that’s me.
You might think it’s neat, to step on my feet,
I don’t think so, but that’s me.
Looking at life thru the bottom
of a bottle, blue green glass, that’s me.
Great song! The sound is swell!
ReplyDeleteHi Sue @ Tumblewords, Glad you liked it, it is a bit singy!
ReplyDeleteStill 18, or were you 18 earlier (like most of us), to get to that bottle?
ReplyDeleteHi Stan, the trick was that when you were fourteen you had to say you were eighteen to get served in a bar, so by the time you were twenty-one you'd have been saying you were eighteen for almost eight years. Much like I'm twenty-nine now!
ReplyDeleteAs someone who's 21 and a few hundred months, I really enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteHi Anthony,Many thanks, but when you get to my age you'll really be struggling!
ReplyDeleteIt's a good poem, amusing and informative in that it paints a good picture of you. (How much is it you, I wonder?)
ReplyDeleteyou can add or deduct your age to be 18 :-) enjoyable read
ReplyDeleteHi Dave, I think I just like(d) the sound of the words.
ReplyDeleteHi Totomai, of the time I was writing about I could. But I'm much older than that now! As Bob Dylan might have said once.
All that internal rhyme just tickled my tongue! And the word "kafuffle"! Wow!
ReplyDeleteThanks Linda!
ReplyDeleteage has nothin to do with drinkin and singin... thaz my story and im stickin to it... oh, thaz another song too...
ReplyDeleteHi OMB, I was thinking more on the lines of sin! But I do love the Pzaz in thaz!
ReplyDeletelove the 'eighteen for eight years' line!! great words...i can just imagine this as a song too! :)
ReplyDeleteVery quick feet too, that's a great dancing pub poem with a sly smile.
ReplyDeleteTh^nks *~sis~*!
ReplyDeleteHi Gingatao, when the bar's in motion, everyone's dancing, down there!