jeebus13
Bluelighter
I think...
I think that I'm supposed to be impressed
by your snide, half-witted comments,
but I'm not.
God,
you used to seem like some kind of
deity taunting me with your proximity and
"new and creative ideas"
but now you just seem like some
stupid, self-involved, loud waste of time.
I can't believe
I used to dream of being
in your world.
In high school
you were a rock god, a true idol
held above the rest of the rabble,
above even me...
now,
you are a wasted person,
a lost train of thought.
"So what've you been doing?"
Oh, nothing, just trying to take over the world.
"Hahahahah. You always were the funniest kid in our class."
Strange. I used to think that about you.
"Yeah. Well, hey man, do you know where to get anything?"
Yes, but I don't want to call the dude again today.
"Oh. Already called him today, huh? Well, what about tomorrow..."
I don't know. He might not still be holding.
"Yeah, I know how that goes, but I'm in a bad place and I really need something. Could you just make the call for me? I need this."
(And I turn around and walk off. The object of my adolescent fantasy is a fucking junky. What a let down. Even worse, he doesn't have a decent connection.)
We'll see, but in the mean time why don't you go get a drink, there's plenty of booze and everyone's partying. I'll let you know, all right?
"Sure, sure." And she's on to the next one she'll try to ply for a few hits of whatever she's into at the moment. She is actually still fairly attractive...
for an addict.
I miss the days when people had shame... or maybe just the days when I had a little shame.
"Hey, it was great seeing you again. "
Yeah, great.
I think that I'm supposed to be impressed
by your snide, half-witted comments,
but I'm not.
God,
you used to seem like some kind of
deity taunting me with your proximity and
"new and creative ideas"
but now you just seem like some
stupid, self-involved, loud waste of time.
I can't believe
I used to dream of being
in your world.
In high school
you were a rock god, a true idol
held above the rest of the rabble,
above even me...
now,
you are a wasted person,
a lost train of thought.
"So what've you been doing?"
Oh, nothing, just trying to take over the world.
"Hahahahah. You always were the funniest kid in our class."
Strange. I used to think that about you.
"Yeah. Well, hey man, do you know where to get anything?"
Yes, but I don't want to call the dude again today.
"Oh. Already called him today, huh? Well, what about tomorrow..."
I don't know. He might not still be holding.
"Yeah, I know how that goes, but I'm in a bad place and I really need something. Could you just make the call for me? I need this."
(And I turn around and walk off. The object of my adolescent fantasy is a fucking junky. What a let down. Even worse, he doesn't have a decent connection.)
We'll see, but in the mean time why don't you go get a drink, there's plenty of booze and everyone's partying. I'll let you know, all right?
"Sure, sure." And she's on to the next one she'll try to ply for a few hits of whatever she's into at the moment. She is actually still fairly attractive...
for an addict.
I miss the days when people had shame... or maybe just the days when I had a little shame.
"Hey, it was great seeing you again. "
Yeah, great.
