woensdag 1 januari 2014

Happy New Year.

New Years Eve was like a fun couch-surfing party to me.
I met up with some nice people over Facebook, who I actually only vaguely knew.
I wrote some mad poetry, watched some gaming videos, smoked a few joints and shared my rum with the rest of the guests.
We got served some flaming hot and spicy macaroni and some traditional Dutch new years food.

My poems are collectively called "the guests at the party".
They are fictional stories, inspired by the evening, but grossly exaggerated.
There are four in total, each with their own individual title as well.




#1
Blame the Cat:

I am Cat Lady, living online.
I wonder if his friends will come over tonight as well.
I hear the drunken chatter and some fireworks in the background.
I see someone tripping balls on my couch.
"I want to meet you too", she typed on the dating chat, it earns 15 cents for every line I get back.
I am Cat Lady, living online.

I pretend that he says all the same sweet things that they do.
I feel like I do all the work around the house.
I touch the world through a Wifi window.
I cry when I think of where the baby has to grow up.
I am Cat Lady living online.

I understand the learning channel has a new series about celebrities.
I say something dirty and everybody jumps right on top of it.
I dream of living in a much bigger house next years new years eve.
I try not to inhale the smoke from the weed that is getting passed around here.
I hope neighbors don't shoot one of those firework bombs through our window.
I am Cat Lady, living online.

#2
Just as crazy without me:

I am LOLing the net, avoiding all the madness.
I wonder what time it is.
I hear nothing over my headset.
I see the flashes of the festive warfare outside my game room window.
I want to improve my type reflexes.
I am LOLing the net, avoiding all the madness.

I pretend new year isn't as important as improving one more level.
I feel a light cramp in my clicking hand, it isn't bleeding yet.
I touch the near to live game-play.
I cry, when the midnight toast, breaks me away from my game.
I am LOLing the net, avoiding all the madness.

I understand the algorithms.
I say am trolling everybody and I cook up some mad spice.
I dream of making more ingame money, but the bills are stacking up.
I try to beat the highest ranking, I know I have the strength.
I hope the Cat doesn't jump up on my keyboard.
I am LOLing the net, avoiding the madness.

#3
Alien in the city:

I am the comedian who stays silent.
I wonder when the people on the TV will do something funny.
I hear barely any fireworks over the laughter.
I see highbrow comedy, in the world all around me.
I want to understand why the same joke is funny every time.
I am the comedian who stays silent.

I pretend I'll have something to add to the conversation later.
I feel that almost anything will make them laugh.
I touch the same funny drugs, but they don't let me say something witty.
I cry because the next generation is an even dumber monster.
I am the comedian who stays silent.

I understand little off what these strangers say.
I say one line, but it goes unheard.
I dream of mating with their woman, am I trying to preserve my species.
I hope that Cat stops doing these funny things, that end up on the Internet.
I am the comedian who stays silent.

#4
Pompous Prick:

I am a walking wallet, with a tie and a suit.
I wonder if I laugh hard enough when the laugh-track plays.
I hear simple questions, but I'm the only one who answers.
I see crime in black-face on the television, another normal holiday.
I want another drink, there is a toast at midnight.
I am a walking wallet, with a tie and a suit.

I pretend I have class and style.
I feel a tingling in my brain, I pick up on things "so fast".
I touch the Cat when I try to flick the ash of the joint. "That was an accident!"
I cry because I can't actually read anything without my glasses.
I am a walking wallet, with a tie and a suit.

I understand what is so funny about this comedy show. Don't I?
I say that I miss my old car, it was so much bigger and made more noise.
I dream of climbing the ranks and shooting zombies.
I try not to think about it, but everyone around me is so stupid.
I hope god forgives me in the new year, it is about time he did.
I am a walking wallet, with a tie and a suit.



Mood: Feeling witty and ironic!
Music: Look Who's Laughing Now - Be My Enemy

1 opmerking:

  1. Happy New Years everyone who reads this, this is my newest blog post.
    Enjoy!

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