The Vip Bathroom
The bathroom of this trailer house on stilts was the only place i wanted to be. it was where all the dope was made. It didnt have beautiful people or velvet ropes. But if you where in it you where a VIP. Standing outside you had to look up at this tiny bathroom window. Hoping and praying i got in before the smoke started to roll out from the window. Like any VIP room there where certain requirements for getting in. Dress code was black ,so that you couldnt be seen by the camera hanging right next to the stairs, or from the feds watching in the woods. Price at the door was a minimum of 1 box of pseudoephedrine hydrochloride. You where also to behave a certain way while in the VIP. No loud talking. you must be willing to extinguish any fire that might start at a moments notice. hold the bag of fuel just right so not to spill the dope. Or add liquid fire to the bottle of pickling salt and not spill a drop, because they call it liquid fire for a reason. Must be able to bag the leftover guts from the lithium batteries quickly because the whole neighborhood can smell it the instant its opened. Must be calming to cook and friends but not to calming where he passes out with a bomb in his hand. Must be able to start a huge fire to destroy the "Bones" without leaving whats called as an egg of ammonia nitrate. you must be willing to hide in the shower with rolling bottle of fuel when concerned loved ones knock on the door. must be willing to repeat until your life comes to an end.
Copyright © Nathaniel Gardner | Year Posted 2015
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