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.