poem
WRITTEN:
1993, 26 years
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
I first met the second Great Love of My Life in 1988 but we weren't to get together until 1991. The relationship didn't work out for various reasons, and I spent a couple of years trying to convince myself that I could get over him if I just avoided him for long enough and distracted myself with enough other misery. In the course of trying to distract myself I spent far too much time hanging around with some utter losers whose names I better not mention, but one was eccentric to the point of being mentally disturbed, and the other was just mentally disturbed. Both wanted to lay claim to me and each accused me of having slept with the other. Neither would listen to reason and I ended up with at least three times as much misery as I required. (See also The Hector Vector.)
Hokee is about the typical rants of one of these losers, and my extremely uncharacteristic use of lower-case 'i' for the personal pronoun is a reflection of both how they made me feel (inferior) and how I saw them and their endless petty bickering (immature).
HOKEE he says i'm sick of it YOU HEAR
yell scream oh what a life
I TAKE IT YOU'RE BEING SARCASTIC he minces
offended to the bone or some such
DIDN'T REALISE YOU HAD ANY he moans
laughing at this joke which no-one else can understand
bones he means
meaning i'm spineless
meaning he wants me to finish his sentences for him
but i refuse
scum of the earth
YEH SCUM OF THE EARTH - YOU HEARD
he howls and whines
we're supposed to believe he's mad
not mad
at us
but
about us
gives me the willies
if you know what i mean
he's trying to make an impression
but he's only making us tired
BONELESS STUPID WOMAN
i think his name's carl