bullshit and other sordid stuff

i woke up this morning frozen to the bone
my throat was sore - head hollow as a log
dog wanted something by the sound of his voice
probably let out again….man this mutt pisses a monsoon
kid’s were at it again
so i stared them both down to make my point
oldest boy, he was jacked as i sent him to his room

put on some coffee and grabbed this pen
sun was shining and the air was cool
i sat here in my boxer shorts feeling like a fool
don’t like to rhyme, though I know I just did,

just feel like squeezing a few off
just like Billy the Kid

‘big man’ down the street, he calls me 'hoss'
said he’d pay me three times last week
for playing my boss

i should charge the prick interest
the sociopath he...
the storyline has changed again…
he’ll make it right next week,
so he tells me

yesterday was a total loss
arguments once again
staring out the window
wondering when all of this would end

youngest son had a football game - he gets to play speed bump
lightest kid on the team…his coach is an ass
and so is his kid…the QB
(the poor sport little bastard that he is)

so rush around the house
anything to indulge
and pump the blood pressure up again
until the big vein in my forehead
swells up fat enough for an IV

and this goose down pillow
keeps sticking me in the ribs at night
thinking about fixing it with a shotgun blast

Elvis shot his TV you know...

man, i feel like i can’t hack one more minute

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