LET PEOPLE POEMS

the bipolar man talks to his roommate by Andrew Worthington

November 1, 2012 at 3:01 am | Posted in poem | 1 Comment

oct 1 12

yo whats up man

what you’re not gonna talk to me?

im getting the silent treatment?

cmon man talk to me man

(laughs.)

jesus you are a wack ball

youre fucking nuts, you know that man?

fuck you man

i’ll tell you one thing

you lay a hand on her or anyone else and ill fucking have you in cuffs so quick

ill fucking kill you myself

they wont even give you the needle

not even the chair

not even the gas chamber

or a firing squad

or a noose

ill fucking slice your balls off and feed them to you in a milkshake that has rotten milk in it, motherfucker

(leaves the apartment to go smoke a cigarette outside.)

(returns.)

what the fuck man

what the fuck are you cooking

smells like some nasty shit

you cleaning your underpants in the sink

thats fucking disgusting

we clean our vegetables and our dishes in that sink

and there you are fucking cleaning your undies

cmon man

(goes into his room.)

(laughter heard coming from inside.)

(returns to the kitchen half an hour later.)

still out here?

have you ever thought of cooking a fucking meal that wasnt the feast of the year?

jesus

and maybe use some plastic

you dont always have to use metal

jesus

okay man?

i’m just trying to help

you got a few screws loosey goosey

you know?

fuck you bra

you got me

fuck you bra

anyways, im doing this lawsuit

whether you like it or not

im fucking suing that bitch

yeah you got me

yeah youre gonna be living on the street

youre gonna be fucking evicted and all the shit you dont own will be out there on the sidewalk

fucking jesus

you know you got problems

you got girl issues man

i dont know what it is

i dont want to know

you need to be looked at, though

like seriously fucking looked at

not gonna say anything?

fine

i dont care

i work at Random House

what do you do

you work at H & M

I went to fucking Georgetown

whered you go

youre a fucking loser

you know that, right?

nothing?

got nothing to say?

ok

fine with me, man

jesus

cmon man talk to me

just say one word

one word

one word?

whatever

im trying to help you, man

you want to be a mute being a fucking mute fuckhead

fucking idiot

youre going out

youre out of here

youre fucking done

pronto

leaving on that midnight train motherfucker

you got nothing to say

fine

(goes back into room. screaming at a phone or computer is heard. or screaming at a wall.)