Uriah Hamilton


Exotic Club - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

I spend most of my time alone,
Moping around listening to music,
Depressed and brooding,
It is a garment
I’ve grown rather comfortable in.
A friend will on occasion
Drag me out of the house,
Presumably for my own good.

On such an occasion,
A friend persuaded me
Into visiting an exotic club.
I had a beer or two
And closely watched
The lovely movements of the girls.
They were beautiful,
But I mostly felt sad,
I hoped they didn’t hate me
For looking at them all creepy-like.

I then went home
And had another beer
And looked at my old cat;
I was still rather sad but comfortable.


Comments about Exotic Club by Uriah Hamilton

  • (3/5/2007 1:03:00 AM)


    Uriah...The first five lines tell much...a garment you've grown comfortable in...like a favorite sweatshirt that your friends and family would like to see you throw out, because it's threadbare in spots...but you don't want to...because it's...comfortable.
    Hugs,
    Dee
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  • (1/1/2007 10:53:00 PM)


    aww now you're making me sad...
    it's amazing, full of expression and an intense dominant emotion. i like the metaphor in the beginning. wish i could write this well.

    eni da kid
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 22, 2005



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