Teddy Abukasu

The Juice - Poem by Teddy Abukasu

I see him enter the restaurant,
I see him take a sit,
He asks for the menu,
He stretches and yawns.

I see him peeping through,
I see the list.
He chooses the juice
And salivates foolishly.

I see it being brought,
He washes his hands in the air
and swallows some saliva,
It is put on the table
Whose colour it carmoflages
A perfect mix.

A straw is brought
but he refuses.
I see him knod and walk away
But he sits and prepares
For a serious drink

He sighs appreciatively,
He stretches his hands and
Reaches for the glass
I see him take a sip.

I see the cortoted face,
The furious look
The hot anger,
I feel it too.
I see him stand up.

He hits the glass away
And pants angrily,
To the surprise of many
He spits on the broken glass
Then asks for another.

I see the waiter,
Dressed normaly
But not behaving normally.

I see him being thrown out
By three strong men.
Out of the compound
And with a serious beating,
He is chased away
Like a foolish dog,
Never, to return.

Topic(s) of this poem: appreciation

Form: Dramatic Monologue

Comments about The Juice by Teddy Abukasu

  • Anita Sharma (9/25/2015 12:14:00 PM)

    simple excellent work..liked (Report) Reply

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  • Kinyua Karanja (9/25/2015 4:21:00 AM)

    Excellent poem, I like the events described and arranged, Nice poem (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt (9/24/2015 1:17:00 PM)

    Wow. That juice was either fermented or that man was an ass.
    Dramatic poem, Teddy. Thanks for sharing.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 24, 2015

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