I was crying at the liquor store
and they didn't even ask why
I guess they get a lot of that
or maybe they figured, shit
"I am not a bartender."
Well damn it I don't like sitting in bars
unspooling my boo hoo tale to some dick
excuse me, or dickess,
for tips and applause!
I am not this evening's entertainment!
No, sir.
But as I open up my empty home
and set down the heavy paper sack
I take a bow
4 comments:
Why thank you for the kind words!
You might want to not click the 'poetry' label...
I just did now. Very pretty!
Every now and then I write one that I feel actually works as a poem, but honestly I find most of my poems to be ridiculous. To insult the very idea of poetry!
A lofty goal perhaps.
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