Monday 16 July 2012

Sat On The Edge

Sat on the edge like I'm about to jump
Into this intriguing world called story
The storyteller offers back my attention
Apologises, she thinks this would bore me

The audacity
The cheek
If I don't hear this
How on earth am I to sleep

This lack of new knowledge
The pain of not knowing
Tell us for gods sake
The anticipation is growing

The pauses grow longer
Intensity is burning
Ive been a good lad so far
This agony's so not deserving

I plead one more time
I demand that she utter
This story must be heard
Finally she stutters...

There was no cat story
Just an example without facts

Fuck me
What an anti-climax

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