*As the title goes it was written on this 
in a dirty napkin late at night in a nasty bar full of lost souls, poor souls, bastards, sluts, criminals, the best of each house really. *
ROXANE
I don´t know what to do
You cunning
That is what´s got me coming
You know…..
Just put you´re own show
To subtle that is how
And don´t let me know
WHORES
Riding the two whores
not an insult it´s just the reality with real dingy gravity
poor souls they say? fuck´em, they´ll play you like kid on puberty
i got me in, now i got to get out, how what now what, screw that
gonna choose that. I´m out baby girls.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
CRAZY LIFE 
Nicely composed there sir. Gritty. It’s not a
…sorry I got cut off! It’s not a good place to be. But I like that about this. Thats what I mean by the gritty. Cool brother
🙂
Henry…good morning. Maybe is because is 9 a.m in England but I think you choked on your words, you said “It´s not a……”and left it there. a what?…..damn.
Thank you for the nice compliment.
Forgot, I have to send you an email later on. Maybe your interested.
How do you know what my email address is?
Send it to theantpire@hotmail.co.uk
I will see what thy proposes, brethren.
How would I know the address? It´s in the comments section, or in some section in wordpress.
Anyways, you got mail.
Has thou sent it yet?
send it around noon my time so 1 p.m English time.
Ok. I have not received anything yet friend. I will check my email on the computer when I return home
o.k
All I can picture right now near the end of my shift is a beer. Dirty bar or not lol.
haha, better if it´s in some nice hotel bar.
Very true lol. 😉
You captured the dirt and squalor perfectly.
My man John! Thank you.
Don´t forget I read that post about you in Bulgaria, those are some serious people over there, a lot of Bulgarian mafia here in Spain, not kidding. But as always you put a smile on my face the way you write it.
P.S. In that dirty bar, a guy dresses like you and looking so good, weeeehaa! you would have them all dancing around you. 😉
Like others said nice gritty piece. It’s crazy how you make dark poems a little light. Good work as usual.
Thank´s my friend.
This struck me right in my chest- I’ve been in the same bars like this when I lived in Barcelona, I sat like an innocent angel ( not because I was any better than anyone else, but I got out of there with not to much harm done- just a punch in my face)
I rememer the drugaddicts, the whores without any teeth, the maffia leader, the rich businessman among the broken people….and they were my friends, even if they lied or stealed. I never judged them – I borrowed them money I never would get back, I shared a bottle if wine and listened.
Nice and honest piece Charly.
The best of each house! Great piece!
Yep, the best of each house and it seems I was over there….. 😉 sweet caroline
If I ever end up in a bar in Spain, instead of judging people I will watch out for a poet hanging around 🙂 Not that I judge much anyway, but your poetry makes my hear softer 🙂
Just look to the far right in a corner, a guy sitting in a stool scribbling like mad man and maybe a coca cola in his hand 😉
Thanks for the tip 🙂
Bar poetry. I have 20 journals of them. Best kind. Good drink make us tell the truth. Maybe too much truth.
Yes sir, maybe too much truth, but poetry is truth. Hopefully coming from the heart as I read other poets talk about what poetry should be. Plus I´m shameless.
Good to be shameless. Make the tales more interesting.
I’m sorry, I forgot to ask: exactly how dirty was this bar?
can´t comment on that one, but if you invite me to a beer with fish and chips we got a deal, quite some stories i have
fish or chips? think i got it wrong
Fish and chips brother. Don’t forget the mushy peas!!
gotta look that one up the mush peas, what is that ?
Its marrowfat peas that have been slow coocked and gone all mushy, like soup. Its amazing pal
Sounds good to me, got to give them a try one of this days