I drank way too much last night
now I feel like I'm paying my dues,
I woke up real early this morning,
all dry in the mouth and my head was pounding,
I've have me a case of those hangover blues.
All I ate last night
was what I think was horsemeat.
With a sickly sweet sauce
in greasy, greasy flat bread.
The man said it was a Donair
but whatever it was
I really don't care,
because my wallet is empty
and my life doesn't seem fair.
I feel I have nothing left to lose
I have a real bad case of those hangover blues.
My wife tells me that I wasn't any fun,
I had me a case of whiskey ****,
I just wouldn't get it up,
and after my epic fail
i moaned...òh ****,
I just rolled over on my side
and then got sick.
Well, life is about winning
just as much as you lose
and I woke up this morning
with a mean old case
of those hangover blues.
Thank god I didn't have to work today
because I would have giving my boss the bad news,
I would have been staying at home today
with one of those 40 ounce flues.
Oh, the things that I just know that I said,
and the people that I *******.
The peoples faces that stick in my mind
haunting me hard,
while I sit with my head in my hands,
my money all spent
and my bloodshot eyes
that I can't conceal,
Total disgust for myself
is the way that I feel.
Oh the self pity that I ooze
with this mean old case of those hangover blues.

© 2012

We saw the flames burn' between us.
Long before others knew or known.
So when they proclaimed to us to fire it up.
We were burnin' door the door.

Like a flame to a fire.
We were risin' higher.
Like the steam of a hot shower.
We knew when to fire it up.

Hands here.
Hands there.
We wasn't handlin' anything with care.
We knew when to fire it up.

Just burnin' with passion.
Goin' with the flow with action.
We knew when to fire it up.

Kissin' here.
And kissin' there.
We knew when to fire it up.

There wasn't a place left cool.
After we was through.
We knew when to fire it up.
Just a burnin'.
Just a burnin'.

It would take a flood to put us out.
Cause we could out last a flamin' house.

Heat slips up our shirts, sweaty beads of ***.
We twist our clothes, grabbing at flesh, groping for ***.

The hard squeeze and pressure is scooping out the soul—
Please, push it out, we want to be left bare and have ***.

Our skin is strung together, our bodies hollowed, dry;
Blind to the heat and the mess, we’re swept up by a blissful, empty ***.

The sheets, salted with sweat, are heaved off the bed,
Pillows gone, clothing gone, here there is nothing but ***.

Gasping and shouting, we purge ourselves, we are nothing—
I am pure and vacant, I’ve rushed my blood to my groin for ***.

And moments like these are strained and stretched.
Then, release, the moment falls from us as wet as ***.

Like sheets, pillows, clothes, the rest of me returns:
Too tired to move, I listen to our breathing, short huffs in the air after ***.

You are ***.
   I remember you in hotel rooms,

You are ***,
   I remember you in redone garages,
A mother talking in her sleep
  While lips and other things touch under covers

You are ***.
   I remember you after going out to get a drink from the garage
His back pressed against the old car
My knees on the ***** concrete.

You are ***,
  I remember you in dormitories
Being quiet because of paper thin walls
and awkward moments with unexpected roommates.

You are ***,
   I remember you in cars
Mine at 4 in the morning,
Every seat violated.
His car in the backseat
In the parking lot,
Public, but while snow fell down
First ****** in a car,
first ****** while looking at something so picturesque,
First from kisses down under,

You are ***,
You are *** in the shower
You are *** in the morning
You are *** loud and hard
You are *** sensual and slow and quiet
You are *** yet to be had
You are *** in parts of me that should never be touched,
You are hot and sticky
Anywhere I want you
On my ******* or in my mouth
You are ***,
And I want you.

Your soft lips met with mine,
you and I lost and entwined,
you trace my outline with your fingers
and your sensual touch lingers.
I quiver, I quake,
this is an ****** I cannot fake.

So, he asked you about ***?
And instantly, you called him a pest.
When he was just being a man.

So, he came direct.
And like many women dreaming.
You want his pretense.
When he was just being a man.

Just maybe.
Its the women that don't mature.
Because they see things according to their views.
And tries to intimidate men to join  you.

Many men uses that brain to make many women sing.
While others uses that other to keep women hooked.
But take heed.
They was just being a man.

Call them *******.
And you get called one back.

Love is about compromises.
Except some ladies don't get that.
Some men do like to cheat.
Except women truly are better at the game.

Some men speaks their minds too much.
Realize they just being a man.
Yes, some men do the stupidest things.
Similar to that athlete that bought that million dollar ring.

And He was just being a man.
Trying to make up for one of those idiotic thing.

I'm often amazed about those that offended.
And it can be a debate about anything that ticks it off.
Read an article about a gay getting bully.
And the defense team comes alive.

But many of them have offended someone.
Least at one time.
Read a editorial from a Republican.
And watch the Democrats come back with theirs.

Call someone gay.
And watch those that straight get heated.
While we know if you comfortable in your skin.
Words could never win.

You not weak.
If you are smart not to get on their level.
Because many speaking are in groups during the leveling.

Once separated.
Just watch them chicken out.
Blaming one another for the rumors going about.

We , who offends?
Truly know we can't handle it back.
So, we stick with those offenders.
We know will forever have our back.

Once their names hits the press.
Watch the way the offenders tries to turn it around.

That they didn't mean any harm to anyone.
And they doing this mostly,
Because it turned out to be their daughter.
Or their son.

The offender.
Seeking a defense team.
All because many realize they was really mean.