Tags along with you,
Even though you
Haven't asked her to.
She never takes the hint,
Though you roll your eyes and walk ahead.
Nobody likes her.
She's got no cred.
She's dead.
The dead friend
Is at your door again.
What a stupid bitch.
It's 2 a.m.
She won't leave you alone.
Now she's calling on the phone.
She doesn't get it if you diss her.
She really thinks you miss her.
Dead friend.
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for Magpie 90
It is best to leave some people behind. I love your original take on this prompt.
ReplyDeleteWhether you intended it or not ... I had to laugh at this one!
ReplyDeleteI leave you alone for one hour, and you're off playing with the dead again. How many times do I have to tell you they carry diseases? And Glade is not getting any cheaper, you know. Yeesh.
ReplyDeleteIt's definitely all in your head! You made me laugh. Good take!
ReplyDeleteIt's funny, but it's also creepy and sad....that's why it works. Very Edward Gorey.
ReplyDeletehaha...the broken rhythm at points only accentuates the humor...
ReplyDeleteThat's deep.
ReplyDeleteI like deceptively simple too.
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I kinda like my dead friend. She's quiet !
ReplyDeleteFunny? Or putting a brave face on grief? Very good poem.
ReplyDeleteBlack humour I like...
ReplyDeletethis rhyme is dead on
ReplyDeleteOnly a dead friend would be at your door at 2.00am, or soon to become one.
ReplyDeleteI think the narrator is missing the fact that dead friend has actually clued into her cruelty and is haunting her. My Magpie this week is A Plot Both Great and Grand.
ReplyDeleteIn my case, it's dead relatives. I have dozens who follow me around and like to visit my dreams. Great poem!! xo
ReplyDeleteChica, this one made me chuckle. "She's got no cred, she's dead." You KILL me! ;D
ReplyDeleteHave you tried Dead-B-Gone?
ReplyDeleteI, too, had to smile...... :)
ReplyDeleteps. Moore, please. ;)
You tickled my dark humor funny bone with this one. Hey, I'll take a laugh whenever it appears:~)
ReplyDeleteBTW I want you to know my calendar picture has been officially changed, even though I did skip a few months here and there.
Thanks for returning the visit. Wasn't sure if you'd get my reply from Wordpress, so here it is:
ReplyDeleteCrows! I like that. I have another friend and writer who is quite attached to crows (http://wildink.wordpress.com/). Yes, the gas mask thing is terrifying, even more so for children. Little ones should all grow up safe, at the very least with the air they breathe. I really enjoyed my visit at your blog. Hope you don't get tired of rabbits hanging out there.
Better than a dead friend?
Shay you are totally awesome....what a brilliant take on the prompt....dark humor...moore please. :-)
ReplyDeleteThe dead simply don't know when to take a hint! Great piece.
ReplyDeleteMine's at http://keithsramblings.blogspot.com/2011/11/written-for-magpie-tales-there-were-not.html
good original take... love it...
ReplyDeleteJJRod'z
Oh my gosh, I can relate to this!!! :))
ReplyDeleteI love this dark humour poem! It's a refreshing change from the rest.
ReplyDeleteExcellent original take - I love it!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Stellar write...she's got no cred...she's dead...oh yeah...
ReplyDeletenext time she shows up at two, start playing "Stairway to Heaven" on bagpipes. {a harp will do in a pinch.} she'll become entranced and you just tie a cinnamon stick in her hair with a yellow ribbon. she'll be pulled to Hell where she obviously belongs. {smile}
ReplyDeleteMaybe if you pray to St. Creola, she'll get rid of that pesky dead friend for you! Of course, who knows what she'll demand in return?
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