Shambles / Will Dockery

[Will Dockery]

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.

Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think

You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.

[Zod]

Post by Will Dockery

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.

Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think

You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.

Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...

[W.Dockery]

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.

Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think

You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.

Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...

He seems to have no "strong suit" at all.

;)

[W.Dockery]

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.

Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think

You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.

Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...

Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.

🙂

[W.Dockery]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.

Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think

You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.

Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...

Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.
🙂

Ha ha ha ha... gone one.

Good morning, old friend.

[W.Dockery @news.novabbs.com (W.Dockery)]

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

That was...

That was a poem based on real life events.

Thanks again for reading and commenting.

🙂

[General-Zod]

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

Outstanding read, I thank...

[W.Dockery @news.novabbs.com (W.Dockery)]

Post by General-Zod

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

Outstanding read, I thank...

Good evening, thanks again.

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

Outstanding

Thanks again.

[W.Dockery]

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

Good one.

Thanks again.

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.

Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think

You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.

Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...

Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.

Indeed, point taken... ha ha.

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

<trollsnip>

Post by General-Zod
Indeed, point taken... ha ha.

Good afternoon, my friend.

:)

[General-Zod]

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

Outsatanding, stands up well on repeat readings...

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

Outsatanding, stands up well on repeat readings...

Thanks again for the read, my friend.

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.

Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think

You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.

Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...

Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.

Another read, stands up well as poetry...

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.

Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think

You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.

Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...

Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.

Another read, stands up well as poetry...

Again, "I thank."

🙂

[W.Dockery]

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

good one

Hello there, thanks again for the read.

[General-Zod]

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

Another great one for poetry lovers, David D. take note...

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

Another great one for poetry lovers, David D. take note...

Thanks again for the read and comment.

🙂

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

Another great one

Again, thanks for the nod.


🙂

[W.Dockery]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.

Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think

You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.

Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...

Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.

Ha ha ha ha... gone one.

He's an expert troll, I'll grant him that.

🙂

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.

Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think

You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.

Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...

Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.

Ha ha ha... good one...!

[W.Dockery]

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

good one

Thanks again for reading and commenting.


😃

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.

Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think

You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.

Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...

Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.

Ha ha ha... good one...!

Good evening, thanks again.

😏

[General-Zod]

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

That was another lovely read of anther lovely poem..!

[W.Dockery]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.

Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think

You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.

Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...

Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.
🙂

Ha ha ha ha... gone one.

Happy holidays Victor.

😃

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.

Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think

You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.

Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...

Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.

Ha ha ha ha... gone one.

Happy holidays Victor.

Ha ha... you remember my old name...!!

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.

Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think

You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.

Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...

Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.

Ha ha ha ha... gone one.

Happy holidays Victor.

Ha ha... you remember my old name...!!

From the Topix Forums days, how could I forget?

🙂

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.

Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think

You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.

Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...

Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.

Ha ha ha ha... gone one.

Happy holidays Victor.

Ha ha... you remember my old name...!!

From the Topix Forums days, how could I forget?

Hardy har har...!

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.

Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think

You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.

Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...

Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.

Ha ha ha ha... gone one.

Happy holidays Victor.

Ha ha... you remember my old name...!!

From the Topix Forums days, how could I forget?

Hardy har har...!

Good morning again my friend.

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.

Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think

You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.

Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...

Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.
🙂

Hiyow Sahib....!

[W.Dockery]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017

That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.

Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think

You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.

Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...

Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.

Ha ha ha ha... gone one.

Thanks again, Victor.

😏