The Morning After
Unrecognized through bloodshot eyes
An unfinished Jig Saw Puzzle
Next to a dried up bag of chips
And half a beer, he would guzzle
His stomach roared discontent
But he wasn't wasting that beer
He didn't know where he was
Or even how to get out of here!
What a blast at the club last night
The dancing and drinking and such
The night was laced with merriment
The morning after, not so much
With zombie cadence, she appeared
A voice screeching like blackboard chalk,
Said, "Get dressed to meet my parents!"
He said, "Right", not sure he could walk
Then, "Wait, why?", came out of his mouth
"Because of our marriage!", she said
With a frown he asked, "What Marriage?",
Then noticed her face turning red
In her eyes, he could see murder
Time slowed down to a creepy crawl
With one hand hitching his britches
He made a mad jump for the hall!
An ashtray hit the wall and broke
Just inches from his throbbing head
The crash muted by her curses,
Sounding like she wanted him dead!
Why did he have to say those words?
Behind, he saw her in pursuit
He crashed through a door to exit
Then realized he'd lost a boot!
He jumped in his truck and floored it
He could see her in the rear view
"Wow", he thought, "That was way too close "
"Again, I'm in a ballyhoo!"
Another action he'd regret
About life decisions he chose
What? Is this story about me?
Not as far as anyone knows!
Copyright © Pat Adams | Year Posted 2019
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