Tipsy

by Taylor Anderson   Jun 5, 2006


Most kind of you, dear sir
Please take a seat and die
I'll drink your wine for you
And handle your bags with a drop
As you descend up the stairs.

Why, thank you oh Butler
You may take your break in Hell
I'll have the wine, but you drink it
I'll just pack my bags
And settle in for the night

A pleasure serving you, sir
You may rest while your awake
I'll just cut you up
The carrots, so your not troubled
Have a nice day in your tomb

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  • 17 years ago

    by sibyllene

    Whoa, i'm not sure what this reminds me of, but it's definitely something... Sorry, i'm lame. i like the contrast of the "polite" language filled with unconventional... meanings? and all the other oxymoronic language- "descend up the stairs," etc. cool poem.

  • 17 years ago

    by Lovely Bones

    This poem is kind of confusing as to what it means personally, but I liked it none the less. It seems kind of satiric, although I'm not sure how. Good Job.

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