Love is a chemical
That prowls within.
It waits for some cutie,
To come by,
Or drop in.
Like a drug it appears,
To cross your wires.
To blow in your ears,
And create new sires.
Alas, love is flawed;
Not every cake rises.
Here’s what to do
In times of such crisis.
What to do....
What to do....
Once all’s been lost?
When your hearts desires
Are tumbled and tossed?
The answer is here!
The truth I tell.......
Do a shot!!
Tip the bartender well.
Have another!!!
So they ring the bell!
Toast, and toast again,
For your hearts lament.
Till over the toilet
You find yourself bent.
Repeat their name
With every retch.
Till the 'Porcelain Gods’
Attention you fetch.
That scream that you hear.....
Flush away, with the pain.
Then get on your feet,
And start over again.
A lesson learned.....
That you’ll never forget.
There’s a solvent that bathes
Away the regret.
Author notes
Hi,
I wrote this poem for my neice, after just such a night...she'd just gone through a divorce. I had drank as much as her, he he, and had more while tending her, in the bathroom....I've been engaged four times, and married twice, I've had practice....
As deep as you want to go.......
Comments
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Although not funny in the moment it happened I must say I am quite amused by the way you describe this scene, which, I mus admit it not entirely unknown to me...
The procelain god is my favourite:-) On the other hand the story behind, is not the happiest, but I think moments of total despair hold so much cleansing. Suddenly you do not have to worry about losing anything anymore because its gone anyway. Everythings open for new...well told. -
Can you say awesome!?!?!
Men are assholes. My niehgbors, daughters, fiance (damn spell check shit!) did himself in with a gun, in front of her.
He last boyfriend threatened her parents with a gun cause he was high off anti-depressants.
her first fiance was a mama's boy and dropped out of the wedding last minute.
I'm sure she can relate.
Anywho! (I swear I have ADD) It luv the first two lines and lines ten and eleven. Very cool, plus you wrote it for someone special to you, so...
nice job,
Ashley
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Very nice little ode. I have myself spoken with the porcelain god on numerous occasions and have always been ever so thankful of the coolness he gives the side of my face while embracing. Love is always hard and oftentimes doesn't come out the way we want...which sucks..BUT humor (which you used very well) can always make a bad situation a little more tolerable. Being in the same twice-married, easy-to-fall-in-love club as you I can relate to the need for numbing via alcohol and the easy banter that comes from bar patrons. If you decide to get divorced again I'll hold your hair for you.
Thanks!
Heidi
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hey algo
this was really well put together, i'm very critical of rhyme unless its well done and this was.
i also enjoyed that you made us think this was a sappy love poem but wound up and an ode to the porcelin God, have you really been engaged four times and married twice-thats awesome.
dave
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