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    dots Submission Name: Puking his guts outdots

    Author: Rue
    ASL Info:    16/F/the dark side
    Elite Ratio:    4.54 - 244/182/44
    Words: 613
    Class/Type: Misc/Nostalgia
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       Rather long, each of my uncles and aunts on my father's side. It's kind of funny, in a sad, rather pathetic way... It's a bit confusing too, but i thought I'd post it anyways.

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    dotsPuking his guts outdots

    Puking his guts out-
    A grandfather that was never there,
    A hell bent spirit that lingers in the air.
    Alive he wasn't much of a father,
    Cheated and drank and was a horrible bother,
    He threatened to kill his own daughter one time,
    Being caught under the covers with whos grandma? not mine.

    Eight children were fathered by this mess of a man,
    Who knows really if he could name them off hand?
    Laura, Gerald, Mitchell, Alvin, Susan, Joel, Amber, Francis,
    Of whose each fate, I know myself.

    Laura was married for quite a few years,
    But when she found out she was past the verge of tears.
    Caught happy husband in the act,
    Same one when her father made the secret pact.
    Now she's doing rather swell,
    Three sons and a boyfriend who we all think are well.

    Gerald we could say less about,
    Only one wife but at truck stops no doubt...
    He has Jeremy, one of two sons,
    It always seems his fathers on the run.
    The second boy is not of rightful parentage,
    Strums his guitar happily not knowing his heritage.

    Next is crazy Uncle Mitch,
    El Camino that's sure a bitch...
    Though crazy is a tough word,
    It's nothing compared to what he's heard.
    Dorrie is his ex wife,
    Worked at a diner most of her life.
    Mitch is a drunk, a restless old man,
    Dropped out of school with a can in his hand.

    Alvin is trying to buy his house,
    With mortgage payments he can't be a louse.
    Wife Nancy and daughter a little bit tired,
    Of the thoughts and figures through his head he wired.
    A recovering alchy and if he'll ever hush,
    I'm sure you'll come to realize he was once a lush.

    Busy body of a woman, set in on cooking,
    Raising her two children, quite content in her way,
    Home she does stay all and every day.
    Susan's rather snobby,
    No real bad hobby,
    Save the gossip, and rumors,
    That pour from her mouth, as annoying as a friggen tumor.

    Joel is my own father,
    As much of a bother,
    As the man before him that ended life too soon.
    Got in a car crash and messed up his head,
    Popping pills every day, good thing we're on med.
    He had my big brother, a stepson,
    But I was the favorite, his only real one.

    Cheryl Amber was her real name,
    Married to an artist subject to little fame.
    One son called Tai,
    Brought to not a single lie,
    Goes to a private school,
    Bratty little fool.

    Francis is the one that broke his mother's heart,
    Being the baby gave him room for a head start,
    On a life of lovely narcotics and prison,
    A single son named Jake whom by mother is risen.
    Iowa, Kansas I can't keep track,
    Of the prison cell's address as he gets shipped around fast.

    But back to the parent who let all this happen.
    My father was eight, the last time it would,
    In life the man hardly did what he could,
    And he died long before he should.
    By his own hand his life he took,
    To the lives around him he did not look.
    Maybe my dad would be different today,
    The promises wouldn't just fade away.
    He'd have decency,
    Be able to love me,
    Put us above the Bud and hard iced tea.
    But that wont happen because of one man's choice,
    And though it was a crooked voice,
    A fathers a father,
    Whether or not a bother,
    And mine is now in the bathroom...
    Puking his guts out.

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      a mocking little story that brought a smirk to my lips. you bad little girl, airing the family's dirty laundry in public.... i applaud you.
    | Posted on 2004-05-22 00:00:00 | by freeradical | [ Reply to This ]
      Kinda feel like a jerk, because part of this made me laugh. Such a great job *applause* Normally i have a particualr part that i liked, but out of all these, i simply think the entire thing is the best of all!
    | Posted on 2005-09-18 00:00:00 | by lost_and_forgotten | [ Reply to This ]
      Well well, this is interesting, me being a friend of yours ad all that such good stuff. Its done well, my friend, and I know from a lot you've talkd to me about (Tais snotty but a cutie! hehe...) i know most is probably and certainly true. Wonderfully done. I applaud and CAWWW!! ~Sicobe R. Crow
    | Posted on 2004-05-12 00:00:00 | by Crow | [ Reply to This ]
      i have to say, i really enjoyed reading your poem. i thought it was great storytelling, the way you elaborate the character's lives and the pain. the suicide factor struck a chord with me because my hero elliott smith killed himself oct. 23rd 2003 and i was so depressed for a month. i can't say anything bad about it. have you ever heard of a poet named leo connellan. if you feel like it, read a poem by him, 'tell her that i fell'. it's my favorite. by the way, i liked your poem so much i put it on my favorites 'cause it was full of depth; colorful. my favorite line was 'mitch is a drunk, a restless old man, dropped out of school with a can in his hand'. keep it up.
    | Posted on 2004-05-12 00:00:00 | by pioneerheart | [ Reply to This ]

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