Mr Stare

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
true story poem of a threatening confrontation

Submitted: December 10, 2011

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Submitted: December 10, 2011



Sitting drunk and alone at a table in a club

Another drink downed suddenly a thud

I look up and opposite me

An unannounced visitor has invaded my territory


Eyes begin to focus it’s a face I recognise

A jealous face from the past which I had failed to pacify

He just stares all static not saying a word

I’m beginning to think this guys absurd


The silent stares continue

Obviously trying to intimidate

All this does is offend me

Making me feel like I should retaliate


Still the rigid man continues with the stare

His pretty poor performance of a hard man glare

Enough’s enough I can’t take no more

I’m going to spontaneously combust if I don’t up my score


I arise from my seat quickly, I move to Mr Stare

A quick quiet word in his ear will make him aware

But all he does is look with glazed hateful eyes

Anger begins to overwhelm me, I feel double my size


One swift manoeuvre my head to his face

Not too hard just a warning shot

 For invading my space with disregard and disgrace

The next thing I know shouts occur

 I look around, I’m surrounded by his crew


I’ve been set up for a fall, no chance of escape

Outnumbered I just can’t win

 But body lets fly with pure adrenaline

Glasses smash, it’s all gone Wild West

Next thing I know I could have been slashed


Suddenly I’m grabbed, it’s bouncers to the rescue

Thank God for that, I would have been had

Escorted from the premises somehow unscathed

So jump in a taxi and leave with the cheekiest of waves




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