The only one
I had today.
This is my
messed up story.
(Thinking of
any other name).
I was raised
with acceptance of everything,
Both worlds
and every person on the Earth.
Inner voice:
communists!
Grandma: tell
fast already.
Mom: is
electricity still medicine?
Father: At 60
I feel like 25.
So she is
close to 5, let's be fear..
Poetess: I
was in the car,
Empty and
dark road, no cars, no much street lights.
Aunt: I would
pray.
Poetess: and
I heard voice.
Inner voice:
may be on the radio?
Poetess: No!
Mom: what
were you doing in the car on the dark road?
Poetess: me
and my son's father were arguing about the money.
Inner voice:
She is good at it..
Mom: didn't I
tell you.
At what
jungle did you find him any way.
Poetess: We
started at home.
It was clear
to me, him and the neighbours dog
That
everything was my fault.
Then we had
to bring the baby to grandma..
Father:
kids..
Mom: okay,
okay, finish already.
How is the
baby?
Poetess: and
turn on CD,
Man was
bravely singing about winning Second World War.
Grandma: Oh
God, my youth.
Stranger: my
youth was empty street.
Good thing
she doesn't know my name.
Otherwise,
name and the phone number.
Poetess: my
story started from love.
Inner voice:
love again?
Poetess:
First love.
I was in
school and fifth grade boy liked me,
He turned
back when I walked by.
Father:
kids.. I had to hide my office keys under the mattress.
They would
find it and destroy.
Inner voice: the
key?
Father: the
office.
My nurses
thought I bring different women.
Inner voice:
he is a doctor, they all are.
Stranger: I
hope the story is clear now.
Poetess: you
are messing up my messed up story.
Every one:
sorry, keep going.
Twenty more
years to go..
Poetess: he
(pointing at the Stranger) asked me what's funny today.
Stranger: We
didn't expect your father to take a pig for a walk.
Twice a day
her father was walking a pig in a suit,
Dressed
better then us.
What is it a
pig like a dog.
Poetess: We
had dogs too, and chickens, cats, plants and vegetables, flowers..
Detective
:What was on the dark road?
Poetess :
I know I am
going to say something stupid.
Inner voice :
don't look at me,
We are at
work
(moving cup
with change closer to the road).
Why don't you
write a book or something?
Poetess: I
was thinking,
Even the
worst writer on Earth is doing better then ..
So I am doing better the Shakespeare!
Inner voice : Shh! The
critics are here.
Three men in uniforms with logos are kindly
waiting for a couple of hours.
Voice from the sky: money, money, money, money
(Sound of flipping papers) money, money,
Who people think I am?
(Sound of flipping papers again) money, money,
dog?!
(Next day)
Woman: whose dog is it!!!
Children: We would him near our apartment!
Can we keep him please!!
Woman: who is going to walk this dog at 4 in
the morning?!
Children: We will..please!
The woman is walking the dog at 4 am..
Inner voice: how am I
supposed to clime on the letter if you put stuff on it?
Idioto: you clime while putting stuff away.
Inner voice : I don't have place to put my
foot.
Idioto (quietly): ..stupid.
Poetess: I am fat.
Fat people: you are not fat!
The scale: you are fat!
Poetess: I think the fat goes every where.
Inner voice: I see it only on three places,
butt, belly and boobs.
Pig: (dreamingly): Only me who finds four bras
attractive?
Miss Piggy: big nose, that's beauty...
Photographer (holding camera like it's an
alien): can some one take my picture?
The real witch: useless seven years,
Every one is crazy already.
Why did I go to school?
Citizen: immigrants.. don't know what they are
talking about...
White woman: I am supporting black people
because,
I have five children with five different black
men,
And until my kids are sixty years old their
fathers are better to be alive!
Everyone: we are not on TV!
White woman: oh, that's right, TV is at the
corner.
Gentleman (trying to be nice): would you like
me to drive you home miss?
White woman: do you think I am so stupid?
Five times I was asked to get a ride, and I
never reached home.
On the red light.
Inner voice : why did you honk?
Poetess: I thought you have to honk on the red
light.
(holding the car steering wheel like the car
will fly).
Inner voice (teaching): you honk on the red
light to the car in front if you bought your driving license.
When you don't have a driving license you call
for a bus.
And when you have a license,
You just drive.
Poetess : genius!
Inner voice (taking a picture of Poetess
driving license):
Who is this?
Is it you?
.. The Lucky flower and a horse shoe,
Good luck charms, all in 3D.
(reading) Drive between 12 pm and 12 30 pm on
tbe designated areas where are no cars, pedestrians or wild animals.
Friendly reminder: watch out for traffic on
the brooms.
Best poets of the year award.
Submarine,
the door is sealed properly from outside:
We are all going
to party!
Best male
poet of the year in questionable fun fiction.
Nominees fool
list:
Inner voice,
Inner Voice, Inner voice, Inner voice.
And the
winner is...Inner voice!
Best female
poet of the year:
Poetess
(couldn't find any one else).
Every one is
almost naked, so won't be any questions in nominations.
And now our
winner Inner voice will sing us his best song.
Inner voice:
I woke up earlier this morning,
Had to wash
dishes from yesterday...
I had tea by
mistake and coffee,
Skipping the
bath room part and sex with my wife..
We are living
in the wonderful world!
We are living
in the wonderful world. ...! Hm..
The audience
is clapping hands:
We are living
in the wonderful world!
What are you
going to do,
If the song
is beautiful...
Inner voice: don't know how... sounds familiar...
None of my business what people think about me.
She (Poetess)
doesn't care either,
Today is the
witches case,
Since they
pissed her off again (laughs)..
Don't worry,
it's slang.
The real
witch: protesting!
I am only the
real one here, entitled to the title.
It's skills
and talent, mysterious beauty.
I am sorry,
those women are ugly.
Not that
something wrong with it.
Activity on
the social media..
Inner voice:
my dear!
I never argue
with the real witch.
(Kissing a
frog).
And when you
will turn into a princess?
Kissing her
for few months already. ..
(Reading the
instructions): kiss until it will be written
on the sky not to do so..
Granny
translated from English,
She learned
it in 1947..
(Kisses the
frog again).
Today is the
bad women case.
One, two and
three...
The clouds move letting the moon shine (loud
together): vida la vida loca!
The moon
(serious): are we making papasito happy?
Bonita: We
are making ti quiero (love).
The moon: ti
quiero mi aror?!
Bonita: play
the game again?
The
moon:atractivo!
Bonita:
bonito!
The moon:
lindo!
Bonoita:
bello!
The moon:
charming.
Bonita:
simplemente
The moon:
simplemente yourself,
He is
intelegente.
Bonita: papi
riko ..
The moon:
fine, you won,
I don't know
any other words..
Papasito: on
the piso (floor).
The moon: On
the piso?
Why not on
top of the gas stove,
That was
atractivo (beautiful).. belissimo..
mucho (very) hot
Bonita: It's
Italian.
The moon: who
cares!
Bessame
muchos (kiss me more),
Bessame
muchos. ..
Papasito:
gordita (fat) bonita, porko.
Bonita,
papasito and the moon (singing together):
Mister moon
on the sky so high,
Mister moon
on the sky so high.
All I want
have two wings to fly
And kiss mister moon good night.
Inner voice: as you can
see
(Showing off beautifully washed and ironed
American flag),
Local bonita couldn't keep her word
And simpimente "don't know story" is
not chao yet.
Poetess: I need a companion.
Inner voice: so she is talking to herself..
And what about Español food you have made this
morning?
I was
only thinking,
Oh my God,
What a ... is this?
My eyes somewhere on the forehead...
(Hot paper falls on his head)
Inner voice : oh, time to pray.
Inner voice: and it was
my wedding day.
(Grandchildren are listening with excitement,
wide table, bright kitchen)
Clouds move gently letting the sun shine in
three hundred six time.
Inner voice (young and good looking): I don't
think I am ready for this commitment..(mumbles).
The bride: when are you going to be ready ..
(swears quietly, because its the wedding day)?
You are fifty five!
When you ...?
Wear the stupid ring.
Birds with babies (crossing wings): finally,
waiting all morning already,
Here go, there is the baby, cute and healthy.
Good luck!
Poetess: and we are
going to write a beautiful story..
Inner voice: isn't it supposed to be a porno
movie script..
As usual was promised little bit on a page
one..
Now I am going to wash the car at the right
temperature and make a healthy dinner.
(leaves holding a baby).
Inner voice (to
Poetess): you will be ..
(thinking) with your work
Probably not... (laughs)
Should go to the gym lady.
Look (looking on the phone, Facebook)
Every one has the same lips and happy.
Fine, bed women complained... sounds familiar,
They didn't have a chance to defend
themselves.
The real witch: let me say something,
One word, I promise.
Inner voice: my passionate beauty,
No, what side you are on,
We live in civilized world, twenty first
century,
Complain behind my back.
Keep your love potion for me.
My wife by the way!
My mama told me to protect myself,
And the best way is to get married without
thinking.
The real witch: ..I prefer to be on the top.
Inner voice: beauty and the best.
Shaving her legs with my.., using my cream
The real witch: I am going to bite you tonight
for sharing my secrets.
Inner voice: I will sit in bubble bath for
hours.
The real witch: I am going to make .. dinner.
Inner voice: don't forget to turn ... on the
stove.
The bad women are mad.
Poetess is taking a picture.
Inner voice: When I am with my wife I forget
everything.
Who am I,
What are we talking about..
Poetess: fuck I am going to write about them,
This is my story.
(takes a broom): get out, get out! (to the bed
women and slams the door).
Inner voice (whispering): she got some issues.
Poetess: I better write about the real witch,
At least she did nothing to me.
Inner voice: don't mention my name.
The real witch: my dear,
In my heart I am a philosopher (fixing suit
and a hat with flower).
Let me wipe my red lipstick to look more
professional.
And you (to Inner voice) wipe your face,
What people will think about us?
Inner voice (blushing): I have to take shower!
Kids are on wonderland trip today,
Have to take advantage once a year..
The real witch: why don't you leave the bad
women alone in their misery and work and never call.
Even you all play nice games every day.
They are bad but not yours..
Inner voice (on the side): I guess my friends
we will never fine the truth.
At least not today.
The real witch (continues): You don't have to
take them home and do massage.
Poetess massaging the real witch and inner
voice.
Inner voice: I feel like a baby!
I think it's a great idea for some women who
don't like to work.
(reading highlighted article in family
magazine)
It might be hard for the first nine months,
the one after conceiving,
Then think of day care, kindergarten, school,
teachers, playing with toys, running in the park..
Basically busy few weeks in super relaxing
eighteen years.
The real witch: baby again?
We have ten already, well may be..
Inner voice: you see, children are our future!
Newly wed couple: are you sure?
Poetess keeping thumb up.
Inner voice: let's just
finish it.
Like all places you have worked,
Leave and never call again.
What other employment opportunities.
Good thing not in resume any more.
The bank.
Wrote wrong number in the paper work
Thought some one left a tip.
Went and bought new shoes the same evening.
Won't mention the alarm that wasn't ever
turned on.
Medical office security,
Got sick after one week and quit the job.
What about the files?
A lawyer, flirting with the opposition.
Good thing the case was settled outside,
Yeah, on the street by unknown friend.
Any questions?
No, no, she is normal.
I tell you as a doctor,
My real job by the way.
How to find me?
Oh, it's easy.
Only three numbers..nine..
..Inner voice: skipping
the employment during the school years.
Grandma and daddy covered up everything.
What about dream work in the police.
Throwing up on the crime science,
Right after crossing yourself non stop:
I am not going to touch anything. ..
Singing wild songs in the police car,
She got drunk too, at the same time.
Poetess: it was first time.
Inner voice: after studying criminal law for
three years?
What a surprise. .
Why are we talking about work anyway?
Poetess: this where I wrote this story,
Like in honour.
Inner voice: makes sense.
Live on your salary, I guess! (laughs and
hides)..
Inner voice : back to
the bad women case.
Since we have ten minutes lunch,
It's enough to write something.
Bad woman number one: didn't to say the
"Don't know" story is finished?
Inner voice: ops, I forgot.
Bad woman number three: conveniently!
Inner voice: one more.. (thinking) interesting
person is here,
The undiscovered genius. ..sounds familiar. .
Anyway. .
Poetess: I was ignoring them completely,
No good morning,
No good night, no go to h..
Inner voice ( interrupts): hold on, hold on.
I thought you provoke, not start the fight..
miscomunication I mean.
Yoga, exercise, writing, printing box,
Texting on the phone,
All at work by the way,
Any clues..
Poetess: I worked in many places and every
where was deeply liked at least,
Here too, mostly after 4 pm,
When we are going home and before 8 am..
Inner voice: liked when you touched a person
unappropreately?
Poetess: I was waiving the exit to other
people,
Who would stay so close?...
