Fredrico

Fredrico

A Poem by Matt
"

its true

"
The truth is.. complicated.

I woke up half wasted still, puke stinking my clothes.
Stumbling downstairs i searched for a cigaret.
Just one god damn hit of nicotine would get me right.
They were all passed out still.

Fredrico was lying on the floor.
Danny and Erica were on the couch together cuddled.
Jake was dreaming of better days.

Danny stood up and started rambling,
somthing about how they had passed out together after talking.
He showed me the blood still on his hands from the fight last night.
Dazed... i told him i needed a stoge and walked out.

"Lets have a toast for the a******s."
The curb was cold and the water had dampened my flag.
The door was hard to open and Danny had gone upstairs.
Erica was gone.

Fredrico had smoked all my cigarettes except one.
Little f****r..



© 2011 Matt



Author's Note

Matt
Fredrico is a penguin.

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I liked this...In a weird, sick, twisted way....
Although, your spelling was off in a few places and some of the wording seemed weird, but it was vulgar and sort of entertaining if you are into dark, vulgar writings like this. So good job in that genre!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Cute lol :)...I like it because I can relate to what happened

Posted 6 Years Ago


I liked this...In a weird, sick, twisted way....
Although, your spelling was off in a few places and some of the wording seemed weird, but it was vulgar and sort of entertaining if you are into dark, vulgar writings like this. So good job in that genre!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Fort Worth, TX



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