Advertise Here
Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5
We Get All Sorts

We Get All Sorts

A Poem by QuiteOllie

We get all sorts in here

A real mix of single mothers sick to the teeth

And large men in suits and hats

Half expected spats and slacks

If we didn’t know better we’d call them thieves

Place them in categories and label them till our nails were bent over and raw skin was shown.

My eyes are the best,

They see a lonely man where prosecco sees four and lively conversation,

Debate,

Discussion,

Argument,

Sorry

Didn’t mean it.

Tip the barmaid but not the waiter his efforts were too fleeting to wonder

Why he does it what he needs it for.

A new tie for his boyfriend or another act of selfish generosity: giving to the poor to stretch his face sideways to the double doors of his triple-storey semi-detached run-of-the-mill house.

We get all sorts

Nothing left to impress

Or send a shiver down crooked spines

© 2012 QuiteOllie


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

I highly enjoyed this piece. The imagery is amazing. I loved the lines
"A new tie for his boyfriend or another act of selfish generosity: giving to the poor to stretch his face sideways to the double doors of his triple-storey semi-detached run-of-the-mill house."
I also loved how you tackled the problems seen in society in a very creative way. Thanks!

Posted 8 Years Ago



Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

214 Views
1 Review
Rating
Added on April 4, 2012
Last Updated on April 4, 2012
Tags: poetry, people, variety, labels, bar, waiter, we get all sorts in here

Author

QuiteOllie
QuiteOllie

United Kingdom



Writing
At Night At Night

A Story by QuiteOllie