"Sorry, Austin...not for us...Best with it."**

"Four Verses of Inexpressive Groaning,
and 15 Ughs to be Sung in Beethoven's 9th. "

Ughghghgh.
Ughyughghg.
Eighghghgugh.
Myeeeghghg?

Eeehghghg...­
Myegghghugh.
Ghghghghg.
Huhhghghg?

Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.
Shrug- eh?
Uhhhmmm...
Eghghghghg....

Myughghghg...
grughghghg.
Gaaah...­?
Blughghg.

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

We are a wretched and gruesome thing.
A night of drinking and swimming and fun,
suddenly becomes tense
with the touchy mention or exchange of a few words.
Suddenly fists are flying,
thuds of body shots and the 'ughs' of an *** kicking,
float out into the night.
Like wolves frothy for a ****,
the crowd goes ape **** wild,
oafish Baboons fawning over first blood,
the male rivalry and crowd roar is overwhelming,
nauseating.
We feel small next to the vortex of the mob mentality,
turned graphic depiction of reality.
You can sit in your perch observing,
in comfort and safety, as the the ten seconds pass,
as one brute raises his fists, while the other gasps for air,
cringing on the ground.
Whoops and calls and victory chants,
high fives and chest bumps,
and I feel a lump in my throat.
I'm physically ill,
at the inhumanity, gluttony, pride, and malice
all drunkenly converging in a whirl wind **** storm of testosterone and Bud Light.
Violence, with no cause,
is just madness.

Start by closing my eyes,
let me take a breath,
step back,
and brace myself,
you might as well take a seat,
for me to say anything,
such is a feat,
pausing as I envelope,
lungs expand,
contract,
release,
I hope my mouth can put into words,
the thoughts that circle my brain,
stutters,
"ughs",
"ooos",
nothing of form,
I'll stop once more,
k let my try this again,
I can see the feeling,
thick like fog,
but how to convey,
look at my clock,
seconds pass,
57 since I said a word,
58,
59,
****,
I'm so nervous,
just let the words out,
a slip of the tongue,

"I".....
another pause,
but the attentions grabbed,

"Im"...
keep going,
you've got it now,
press forward,

"Im sorry"...
the gates open,
water floods,

"Im sorry for the pain,
I was an ***,
I was to blame,
I can see my mistakes,
but its too late,
I'm sorry my love
for my love wasn't enough,
hence I was fragile,
as not to break,
but you broke me down,
I can't repair,
I'll never forget,
I'm sorry I'll wait,
for you,
whether you know it or not,
alone I'll sit,
along with the quant,
humble my breath,
I know I'm to BLAME,
I'm sorry I didn't put the smile on your face,
even though you gave me the chance,
a thousand times,
once and again,
I hope your happy as a clam,
just answer me back,
you need not feel the same,
I wait for your response,
just a remark,
to know I am heard,"

but when I open my eyes
to see your face,
this face I love,
alas Im alone,
with no one to be heard,
just a second to late.