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Charles Darwin and a pool party by Alexander Mikhaylov 2008-03-31 09:31:04 |
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He was a nice guy Funny and loud especially After a few drinks and a couple of joints He often repeated just how much He loved Ecuador And Latin American music ‘Man! There is nothing like that Back home in Manchester!’ And so Quite a few people Let him stay at their place For days, weeks and even months Absolutely for free Well, he seemed to possess many talents He was a DJ He also wrote rhyming poetry Dedicated to his mum and dad And He planned to travel The entire world Although for now he was Living with an Ecuadorian girl Who worked on TV Therefore, he wasn’t in a hurry To continue his journey It was a late evening and He and I Stood near a pool (It was a pool party although It felt more like a beer-drinking contest) And we talked or rather He did all the talking While I listened about His trip to Galapagos Islands And his current affair ‘I told her that sooner or later I will leave and she knows that. I say to her ‘Listen, I am sorry but I am not a marriage material, you know. I am married to my project so At some point I will have to leave.’ ‘And how does she take it?’ ‘Well, some days she seems upset And hardly talks to me at all and Other days she looks happy but Man! I’d better Tell you about Galapagos now! You see, after visiting Galapagos islands I finally Understood the meaning Of this entire existence! Do you see what I mean? It was like traveling back into past Yet you could see a future! Oh man! I felt like Charles Darwin!’ I kept nodding, sometimes saying ‘Sure man. I see what you mean.’ I didn’t know what else to say I have never felt like Charles Darwin Or Einstein, or Captain Cook, Or Leo Tolstoy I never tried to write Rhyming poetry either And even though I had been to Many places I never considered myself a traveler Never cared about Galapagos Islands Rarely wanted to understand anything Or to come to any great realizations In fact All I was concerned about now was that A while ago, I accidentally splashed Beer right on a front of my shorts And I was reluctant to parade in front of the crowd With wet spot on my zipper I remained pinned to a secluded spot Listening to this guy’s greatest experience Waiting for my shorts to dry up Holding a beer Nodding
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