This is a true poem, it happened today

An Old Hippy

Went into a little store, I was dying of thirst,
There was an old hippy inside, the smell was the worst.

The smell was horrible a mix of urine and poop,
Had to take a step back, for my senses to regroup.

He was nice enough buying his forty ounce beer,
My eyes were burning, trying to hold back the tears.

Finally got my drink and tried to go out to the truck,
He stopped to say goodbye in the door, just my luck.

I stood there politely and tried not to choke,
He smelled worse than a dead horse, thats no joke.

He went on his merry way, happy as can be,
Oblivious to the fact he smelled like pee.

Poetry by Queen
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Written on 2005-07-29 at 07:02

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hah! @ the humor that can be found in everyday life. i know an old hippie, but he doesn't smell like pee. beer, maybe :P
2005-08-07 Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
that kind of stuff always makes me sad... i know some say well he made the decision to be this way... true... but something lies deeper for it to get this bad, you know... and thats the part i cant get away from very much... but yeah, ive been in situations like that too where the person i was speaking to did not smell like a basket of fresh roses, you know... so i understand your reason to share your experience today... i really enjoy your style of writing... i say it every time but i mean it... thanks for sharing :)


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
mmm beer lol who cares what ya smell like if you have beer :D poor guy, reminds me of er damn those mirrors :)