Down And Out In Bloomington Poem by Scotty Dogg

Down And Out In Bloomington

Rating: 3.9


I walk the streets wondering
'why me? ' I'm pathetic as I
head into the bar to gulp
my fill of Coors(Lite) . 'They'

all look at me and I flip
them the bird. They chuck
me out on the sidewalk with
a wet head. Coors(Lite)
drips

into my eyes and tears
flow out of them. I stroll
back in for some peanuts
with my black eye. And

Johnny says 'Why're you
back in here, Dork? '

My red checkered shirt
is ripped,

and I say 'I'm hungry
for some a them there
peanuts, and I need a
Coors (Lite) .' They all
chuckle,

and throw cigarette
butts at me, but I get
to the peanuts with a
growlin' in my gut.

I stumble to the jukebox

and pull up Rainy Day
Women 12@35, and I
scream as loud as I
can, 'ONE OF YOU
FU*KERS GIMME
A QUARTER! '

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Howard Savage 14 January 2016

Being down and out is a serious form of poverty. Great poem.

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Peter Stavropoulos 27 December 2013

Brought to mind Keroauc's - October in the railway earth - I like.

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Kanav Justa 14 November 2013

hahah, , , , , , loved it completely..

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Michael Oliver 25 January 2013

this is excellent getting the measure of your style. Been there puked there may be without the juke box

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