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Dolorus Times 2

Poetry By: parkelis
Literary fiction


Most of us do it...should I say what "it" is before the poem is read? Okay...*SPOILERS*









MIRROR CONVERSATION W/ OURSELVES


Submitted:Jan 24, 2011    Reads: 34    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   


Hey you over there. Yes you!

I've never seen you before.

And I know everyone.

You must be new.

Well, I'm Dolorus. How bout you?

Oh. You're name's Dolorus too. How lovely and ever so strange?

How do you do? Amazing? Really?

Well, me two.

I have a feeling we're going to get along greatly.

Smile for me Dolorus.

Just lovely, the picture of absolute, sincere, beautiful perfection.

And gaps aren't what they say.

They are, in reality, the gateway between fine speech and utter class.

We have that in common.

I can tell of your sophistication.

Like me, you are a LADY, born and raised.

You know proper English, and use it or nothing else.

Not to brag, but we are above the rest.

With all these Americans with their "dawgs, and do-dats."

Ugh. It makes me sick. You too?

Why lovely, ever so lovely.

Do a spin.

Your body is a wonderland;

that's what the kids saw nowadays, right?

Not too skinny, not too portly.

If I could have you're body, I'd kill.

You think my body's better? Why really?

How sweet of you.

And your legs.

They seem to reach from your torso

to the other side of China.

Just effervescent.

Seriously, I can't thank God enough for meeting you.

Thank God, and thank you.

Oh. Morty's calling me from downstairs.

I'm sorry I've got to go.

And I'm sorry, I have to turn off the lights.

Stay here. Don't move. Oh, who am I kidding?

You're not going anywhere.

I'll see you later tonight. Bye Dolorus.





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