Drunken Nights Of Passion And Popularity Poem by Jacson Gelato

Let my popularity rise -
I told myself and others;
I was not a president or a leader
I was just a drunken man on the streets;
the night always made me feel superior
I yelled like I was a prophet;
I made people hear the slang I spoke
as I made speeches against those women;
those women were not true or sincere
they were whores who made love to me;
their love was so hypocritical
just like their red lips which were so full of gloss;
they whispered those words of love so tenaciously
whenever they made love to me
though it was all for the money I threw at them;
when I was alone in the bed in winter
I woke up every night with their bad memories:
it reminded me of their love which was so rustic,
I pined for it in my loneliness;
as I walked out to get to them
I always stopped at a pub to get intoxicated
so that I feel no regret of my actions;
and as I walked back home late nights
I spoke so loud and yelled out with anger,
that anger was my own disappointment
but it made me so popular as I talked of parables;
I told that no one should steal or covet
I told that no one must ever bear false witness;
I even shouted that no one must condemn another
I stipulated that love should be sincere;
my words gained supremacy and many listeners
some days I walked at dusk half-drunk
and as I stumbled to get to my apartment
I could see people hiding behind their curtains
telling each other that - here he comes;
the young would feel flustered as they felt intimidated
the middle-aged men and women pitied me
they though I was a lost lover talking out of pain;
I was a bluffer, I was enjoying agonizing others
I had no pain nor sorrow, I was always so drunk,
all I wanted to get by shouting was popularity;
and as everyone waited to hear my voice
I pretended to be grumpy and sordid
as in such a tone was magic, a magic of attention;
as all ears kept listening to my dialogues
of wealth and jeopardy, of truth and betrayal
which was what people experienced at some time
in their own life, in their own past,
in their own unfortunate present
and it made them feel one with me.