Day Trader Or Day Tripper Either Way He Was A Loser Poem by Ted Sheridan
Day Trader Or Day Tripper Either Way He Was A Loser
A very cocky and obnoxious guy came into my office yesterday about five thirty
He sat down in front of my desk and put his feet up on my couch
He fired up a cigarette even though I'd asked him to refrain
He laughed about the smell of it as the smoke stuck in my nostrils
He farted as he laughed harder and then I had that odor with which to contend
I walked into my lavatory grabbed my weapon of choice
And attacked the stench with my aerosol freshener
Half an hour later the ozone above my office was depleted
The sun beat down through the skylight without mercy
Glaziers of sweat poured from this man's brow
As I informed him we could not do business
The price of pork bellies had just fallen to an all time low
I think as a genteleman and officer you did the right thing following your ethics by the book, here in my land they would have thrown the guy out and his poetry book of ethics too.. take care your style is the language of our future readable and understandale poetry at two levels above the layers of words below the layer of intelligence you satisfy all
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4/25/2024 5:02:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Ted, this is wonderful. A great narrative with the third line acting as an anachronism and yet so beautifully contemporary. As with most of your poems, I know they would make great pieces to listen to. It is this tradition in modern writing that needs to be kept alive. Here is a great example of the writer talking directly to the reader. And so much more. The line measures and the continuousness of the piece exhibits an almost natural ability.