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A/N: This poem is not intended to promote (nor condemn) the consumption of alcoholic beverages.
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There's something heavy in the air.
I feel it too, my friend.
An ill wind; a sense of despair.
But what does it portend?
*
I can't imagine what's to come.
Impending war, perhaps?
A possibility, old chum.
Magnetic field collapse?
*
Well, that's a bit less likely, right?
Depends on who you ask.
Okay, that's true enough, alright.
Well, who knows? Pass the flask!
*
We've prob'ly had enough, you know.
Well, what's it matter now?
I guess if it's our time to go -
Can't change it, anyhow!
...
Dude, wake up! Get the hell off me!
What happened? We get nuked?
No, man, we had a drink, or three...
Oh, yeah! And then I puked!
*
Yeah, then you passed out on my chest.
We fell - you hit your head!
And I'm not sure about the rest -
I think we might be dead!
*
Man, why is it so stinkin' hot?
And what's that sulfur smell?
Aw, crap! I think you might be right!
Yeah, buddy. This is Hell!
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Dana Crandell
Dad, Stedpad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist and Tech/Internet nerd. Content writer by trade. Vocal Creator by choice.
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Comments (12)
Ha! This was fab. I just wasn’t expecting that ending. Great stuff!
I feel a little bit guilty for chuckling rather than feeling for these guys but, well, there's is a a naughty, slightly devilish side hiding in all of us, right? Nicely written!
Did not see that coming! I feel like I should have, but I didn't!
What a clever and funny dialogue poem! With a horror element to it too! Nicely done, Dana!
Well-wrought, and a ribald jest in its own right! Doom's salvation: we are doomed and saved in everything we do. Have you ever read the Neil Gaimon story "Other People"? It would resonate with this poem in some ways...
Drinking not into oblivion but into hell! Good one 😂
Hahahahahahahahaha this made me laugh! Loved your poem!
Did not expect that!
Haha! Hey there, my friend! How are you? Love this bit of dark humor!! Too good! Hope you and Pam are doing well! Did you guys make your move to Wyoming yet? Sending love to you both!
I can dig it.
Hilarious, sir. Sounds like proper drunk chatter too...and that conclusion, brilliance!
Ohh noo!! Is it wrong that I chuckled a bit at the ending?? lol I feel sorry for them but it’s still pretty funny. Amazing job.