spoke joe to jack
leave her alone
she’s not your gal
jack spoke to joe
‘s left crashed
pal dropped
o god alice
yells but who shot
up grabbing had
by my throat me
give it him good
a bottle she
quick who stop damned
fall all we go spill
and chairs tables the and
bitch whispers jill
mopping too bad
dear sh not yet
jesus what blood
darling i said
this poem is so hot, i heart it.
i like the action and stuff, alice is a pimp.
I think this poem is just about a drunken bar room fight over a girl named Alice. But that is just what I think after reading it only once and running on about 5 hours of sleep in the past few days…so who knows?
‘k, that’s weird. I’m in 8th grade too. I like the poem because the action of the words made it seem like you were actually in the scene, even though you don’t know exactly what’s going on.
im am in the 8th grade and to me this poem doesnt make any sense. The words however do come alive. They create a mood, and as a ametuer poet, it seems extraodinary. See my poems consist of love, boys, and lust. This means so much more.