For Writers Island prompt#8 2010
SUSSED
I sussed you out man
From the moment I laid eyes
You made it easy
I seen you coming
In the corner of my eye
I got your number
Ain’t got no reason
For the things you wanna do
You got a problem
You gotta learn man
To accept the way you are
And take it easy
Just how many times
Do I have to tell you why
How many times man
Tell me so I know
And we’ll try to go down slow
Like in the movies
Gotta get along
Tell me which way turns you on
We’ll do it all man
What more could you want
From your fickle style of life
What do you need man
Don’t take my word man
It’s a racing certainty
It’s safe as houses
I’ll catch ya later
When the mood suits me just fine
Know what I mean man
You take it easy
And remember who you are
I’ll teach you how man
You make it easy
I can see it in your eyes
I sussed you out man
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ReplyDeleteLoved this, Stan. I was unfamiliar with the word "sussed". Yes,I really was. Love it. Fun word. If I use this word around the students at work, they will probably gape at me that I even know it. Hummmm, now that WOULD be fun.
ReplyDeleteThis is fun - it came at me out of left field. I had to read it a few times to work out the connection with the prompt.
ReplyDeleteLike this a lot, Stan. I see a man standing in front of a mirror, sussing out himself. Good stuff,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Good post Stan! I had to go look up the word sussed.
ReplyDeletePamela
Get yourself a guitar! This reads like a song. I'd love to hear you read it aloud. Robbie Robertson whispering his rumble would do it justice, too.
ReplyDeleteYup, true. The goal is for a person to know / accept himself/herself. "Sussed" was a fun word.
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Great stuff! Loved the pace and the lingo. Nice one.
ReplyDeleteThanks to:
ReplyDeleteSaras; I'll visit.
Annie; Go impresss!
ViV; Change for the sake of it.
Elizabeth: Mirrors don't tell lies...
Pamela; So you sussed it?
Brenda; A performance piece - never thought of that.
Mary; there's always someone who knows you better than you know yourself.
Keith; Sound man, you got it sorted.
Stan, I love your philosophy! And yes, I agree with Brenda that it coulc be a performance piece.
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Thanks Diane; Philosopher? Performer? Now we are talking change.
ReplyDeleteThis is like an inner dialogue to self giving self a straight "shake up". Dramatic and intense, uncluttered with fancy platitudes!
ReplyDeleteThanks GT; A kind of reality check.
ReplyDeleteGreat Post! Thanks for sharing!
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Thanks SW; You're welcome.
ReplyDeleteIt made me think of Fat Boy Slim - Funk Soul Brother.
ReplyDeleteThanks Changnoi; Check it out now...
ReplyDeleteI really dig the attitude here Stan, it is alive with energy, and crisp with cool...
ReplyDelete...you feel me man... ;)
Thanks Rob; Sussed ya!
ReplyDeleteGreat language in this. I think you're talking to yourself, too.
ReplyDeleteThanks Anthony; It's the first sign of sanity.
ReplyDeletevery natural and confident write.
ReplyDeleteHappy Father's Day!
Thanks Jingle; Is it Fathers Day? I didn't even know.
ReplyDeleteThis rolled out like the blues Stan - I could hear a harmonica between the stanzas. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThanks Dee; I didn't have a tune in mind when I wrote it.
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