Feelin Lazy – November 8, 2020

Been working on a chunk of “poemetry” nearly six months now.  As usual, when I decided to quit beating on it, it wasn’t hardly what I’d started out to do, nor was it particularly suited to goofy country novelty lyrics.  But I’m tired of it, want to be done with it, and am ready to move on to some other piece of fluff.

Not gonna bore you with it here, but I will give you a teaser.  It is by the way, NSFW for language and innuendo.

Grab Me A Beer

It was so hot outside it would cook you alive.
The sign on the bank read one hundred and five.
Two bars in that town so I picked me out one.
Then I walked in mostly to hide from the sun.
Was not much of a place but at least it was cool.
I asked for a beer, found an un-busy stool.
The barkeep said, “Howdy, you’re not from ‘round here?”
Answered him, “Nah, just came in to grab me a beer.”

               Didn’t want to shoot pool, wasn’t looking for cheer,
               Thought I’d shed some heat with a cool beer.
               Lest you think elsewise, I’ll make it quite clear:
               I snuck into the tavern to order a beer.

You decide.  Link out to it.  Or not.  At this point I am in fact, done with it.

Oh.  Not six solid months.  I slept some. Worked in the yard some.  Did an odd blog post or two.  Watched the circus. Listened to a lot of other folk kvetch.  Some of it humorous, some of it heart-breaking.

Ya’ll be good.  Try to do good. Make like your momma is watchin.

Published by spwilcen

Retired career IT software engineer, or as we were called in the old days, programmer, it's time to empty my file cabinet of all the "creative" writing accumulated over the years - toss most of it, salvage and publish what is worthwhile.

6 thoughts on “Feelin Lazy – November 8, 2020

    1. Live large! Original was even at 11 beats, this is quite broken. But, when I even hum, dogs, howl, babies cry, men shudder, and women wet themselves – I know nothing of music. Thanks, and have a grand time.

    1. Shucks, man, this from a dewd who puts out three and four sterling pieces daily. Dunno you, but I get a flash, start noodling it out, then the muse takes a nap and when she wakes up, she’s interested in something else. Thanks for looking in.

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