Eyelashes brushing naked skin,
raising thoughts of original sin,
prickled flesh and pleasant moans,
ruby lips with dulcet tones.

Breathing changing to a rapid pace,
fingers dance the edges of lace,
strings and clasps slowly untied,
only yes's will be cried.

Affirmations as I draw a line,
with my finger dipped in wine,
following it with a dripping tongue,
a mighty gasp, as if stung.

Shocked just like an electric spark,
neurons firing in the dark,
sending stimulations of pleasure
feelings to be always treasured.

Dumpster back alley
Just about dark
Watching the gym parking lot
I know exactly where she parked

I hear the parking light timer click
I took all the other lights
So only one light comes on
Chloroformed rag so she doesn't fight

Last car in the parking lot
Here she comes in work out wear
Long dark hair, white smile
I'm going to love to strip her bare

Looking through her bag for keys
I creep up behind her silent
I say hello, go to use my rag
But she suddenly becomes violent

Hits me with her bag
Judo chop into my neck
Grabs my arm and breaks it
Dumbfounded, what the heck

She shoves my own rag in my mouth
To sleep I go quickly
Didn't realize she was a black belt
When I wake up, I'm in jail in the city

cosmic knowledge
diffused in the universe
osmotically absorbed
by selected people

universal truths
shared with humanity
from the mouths
of geniuses

changing the world
and history
and moving humans
toward a new phase

Corduroy bumps
down the red dirt road
surrounded by pine needles
shrouded in green canopy

The smell of dust and turpentine
a white tail deer runs away
as the cottontail rabbits sits and watches
and the crows, caw  and caw

Beans creek runs
straddled by an old wood bridge
the board rattle fearfully
as we drive across

A gas line right of way cut into the woods
in the distance opens to pasture
the other way up a hill
till you can see no more

River cane grows tall
where the spring runs
out of and down the hill
glistening the side of the road

Red dirt transforms to black top
as driveways start
and house pop up
on either side of the road

Then paved hard road
starts at a stop sign
I turn around
as the city is not for me

Reach down into
the crevasse of yourself,
find all of your fears,
and put them on a shelf.

Close the doors
and lock them away,
to be truly free,
this is the way.

Climb back to the surface
of your unbound soul,
go forward now,
you have taken control.

You have now tamed,
the beast that lives within,
and can do those things,
be comfortable in your skin

Emotions rage powerful
from imaginations depths
in extremes from love to rage
parabolic and diabolic

I can write you a poem
which can melt your heart
or berate you with words
that tears your world apart

Pillar of the community
donating heart and time
all while planning murders
in the back of my mind

A demon lives inside me
but most would never know
but every once in a while
his horns and teeth will show

I may cook you a feast, delicious
or scare the hell out of you, malicious
rollercoaster highs and lows
what's behind my door, open it to know

It may be something sweet
like jewelry or a treat
or something to be feared
like Hannibal Lectors' hello dear

From heavens highs
to lows from hell
what will it be
you just can never tell

I tripped the life fantastic
And fell upon my face
Was put into my place
And teased with silk and lace

Living la vida loca
Is a hard thing to do
Bit off more than I could chew
And sometimes i got *******

A ride on the fantastic voyage
Filled with *** and lust
Many hearts did I bust
Now my soul is full of rust

Eat drink and be merry
I was a huge fan
Was my master plan
But now I understand

Schrödinger's cat
Pavlov's dog
Occam's razor
Ones in? A box alive? Or not
I think maybe he was smoking ***
The other liked the ringing of bells
It was time to eat salivation tells
The other used to shave
Down to the fewest assumptions made.

Poetry is hard to interpret?
Read of these and confused, you deserve it
While lots of science, lost in theory
Some of it will make you weary

Dark and anti matter exist indeed
Does that mean there is an anti me?

How many dimensions and do they touch
This will turn your mind to mush

Ancient aliens, panspermia experimentally
Makes a lot of sense to me
Explains more than you're taught by rote
Pyramids built by tree and rope?
Megastructures built by hand
All over every land
Some we can not duplicate
We are just supposed to believe by faith

Running circles on my head
Random thoughts uniquely spread
Down to paper or on to screen
They are the damndest things

Though our streets are flooded,
towns and cities destroyed,
we will rebuild,
lots of help has been deployed.

Harvey brought it's wrath,
but Texans fight with heart,
though it will take a while,
there will be a brand new start.

From Rockport to Beaumont,
and the towns in between,
soon we'll be back on the beach,
drinking beer, wearing sunscreen.

With the sounds of hammers,
and of saws and drills,
don't worry about Texas,
be assured she will heal.

Awakened in a sheepskin rug
all tucked in with her and snug
a night of drinking at a friends
has brought all of that to an end

A pact in childhood had been made
that current friendship had forbade
but if an age we reached and still single
with each other, fluids mingle

Friendship gone with night of bliss
enjoyed the friction and every kiss
but for each other just not meant
and a relationship now bent

Lost touch now,  and reminisce
how different life would be if this
had taken hold and not been a fling
wondering what life would bring

But now married with two kids
life is far from on the skids
Beautiful wife, now for years
story told only over beers

Hair pulled back into a pony tail,
she walks the crowd not being seen,
everything she tries and fails,
at least to her, that's the way it seems.

Lost in the groove of guitar town,
tries covering up the fear with *****,
when everyone laughs and smiles, she frowns,
in the middle of the night you must choose.

A tune drifts in from the alley
a beautiful voice slurrs.

In this place their are no winners,
only people just trying  to get by,
the holier than thou are still sinners,
and even fallen angels long to fly.
Death pursues us all,
no matter how we run,
so just hear my call,
and try to have some fun.

She search's through the mist,
for the man who sings the song,
but the alleyway is empty
but she knew this all along.

She tightrope walks sanity,
though she hears them all,
not understanding, but giving into vanity,
she dresses herself up, and heeds the call.

All alone she stands,
in pools of neon light,
she walks into the bar,
with the open mic.

And she sings.


In this place their are no winners,
only people just trying  to get by,
the holier than thou are still sinners,
and even fallen angels long to fly.
Death pursues us all,
no matter how we run,
so just hear my call,
and try to have some fun.

The cooler lid is a bad place to sit
Somebody’s always wanting into it
After cold beer, water or coke
Pretty sure some think it’s a joke

When I get settled and sat back down
Here they come right back around
Gotta get up like a **** seesaw
I’m pretty sure it’s a character flaw

Bothering me when I’m chilling here
Can’t even take a sip of my cold beer
Up and down all night long
One thing for sure my legs get strong

I’m a pretty smart it’s one of my traits
Next time I’ll sit on the truck tailgate
Or bring a bag chair so I can relax
And drink my beer and eat my snacks

Sitting around, joking or singing a song
You all know, it won’t be long
Before somebody else has a seat on the lid
And my beer is empty and god forbid
I need in the cooler.

A steelman through and through,
then he found something else to do,
putting out fires, or finding the cause,
then pursuing those who broke the law.

St. Barnabus and brains and feet,
if you ever have the chance to meet,
ask about these stories, if you have the time,
about him and all his partners in crime.

Surfer on acid in the cups of all,
we sit around and watch some football,
Sabretts on the roller, chili warm nearby,
ready for the bun with some mustard on the side.

Sausage and peppers simmer, on low and slow,
Halloween candy bowl is about to overflow
scary decorations on the porch and out in the yard,
pretty sure “R” and Joe have left some kids scarred.

Pork roll on a bun with some egg and cheese
Cucuzza served at lunch, he always aims to please,
stories of the elk hunt, or a bluefish on a line,
or headed to “The Office” to have a really good time.

Attention, Attention, is the beginning of the spill,
announced overhead, though he knows he’ll pay the bill,
a birthday, or a funny, said to the hospital staff,
through the loudspeakers, and we all usually laugh.

Catching sheepshead, and playing spoons
hunting dove with kids in the afternoon,
chasing down ambulances and smoke,
driving and giving his cigar a ****.

Helping and solving problems the physical or of the heart,
if you have a need, there’s no better place to start,
just ask ol', Joe, he knows just what to do,
then he will make sure that you always follow through.

Cramming doctors in the ******, for a spin around the park,
or stringing up someone’s bicycle, just ask Dr. Spar,
putting tape on computer mouses, or making them disappear,
as he leaves us for Jersey, we all will shed a tear.

Her body's curves
excite my passion
riling up my heat

At one with the
slithering coils and
serpentine dreams

Inspiration found in her treasure
sensations send me higher

Flowing thoughts delve deep
into a well of lust
never to see bottom
every emotion belongs to her

The gentle smell of smoke
I watch it curl out of crystal
and slowly snake
towards the ceiling

The flickering light
casting moving shadows
across the room
bringing darkness to life

The sound of thunder
in the distance
and the dripping rain
falling on the sidewalk

The green oil
in its container
slowly drawing
up the wick

Providing light
and comfort
to the family
huddled around

Wisps of mists
stream off the tops
a saltiness in the air
the gulf breeze blows constant

Gelatinous clear and blue tentacles
a lone jelly fish beached in the sand
small clams burrow under
after each and every wave

Brown muddy water
topped with spume
gives way to emerald
waves rolling on the horizon

Mullet jump in the guts
pursued by a predator
or the sheer ecstasy
in being alive

A hint of mint on the wind
high pitched hum in the distance
a gust with a change
now new mown grass

My Earl Gray tea, hot
with the oil of bergamot
on my salad sweet and ****
balsamic vinaigrette

Smokey grilled chicken
with basil and thyme
Pinot Noir, my choice of wine
garlic wild rice on the side

In my garden Marigolds fill my nose
as I spray water from the hose
giving way to piney sweetness
as the rosemary is disturbed

Aromas of cedar and dirt
hit me on my evening walk
through the forested hill
in the fading lights chill

Naked vision of beauty,
as she lays in the tub,
red hair floating at her shoulders,
pert ******* reach out from the water.

Soap bubbles glide and pop,
along long legs lathered,
green painted toes breathe air.
I long to get in,
but it's time to go to work.

Fiery flickers flash
statuesque she stands
absorbing adoration
from faithful followers

Rowdy ruinous redhead
gorgeous girl glows
attracting acolytes
like moths to the flame

Dastardly devils daughter
Icy cool stare

Riding high up above them
listening to the chain clinking
what was I thinking
climbing way up here

Everybody thinks I'm insane
so they bind and try to hide me
somewhere institutionally
but I always escape

I am damaged but I'm alright
the stars and my future are bright
someone turn on the light
so I can get this thing going right

Travelled all over the planet
and discovered it's spreading
the ******* virus we're dreading
with lightning fast speed

I want to write and post
much better than most
but it is a hard game
to start playing

I am damaged but I'm alright
the stars and my future are bright
someone turn on the light
so I can get this thing going right

I send up ideas all the time
tied tight to balloons
released from saloons
where I have been drinking

Mental voices in my head
are asleep and deep breathing
when they should be screaming
what do you think, hit the alarm or just go on without them

I am damaged but I'm alright
the stars and my future are bright
someone turn on the light
so I can get this thing going right

the flag whips in the wind
my mind is full of sin
about the girl across the street
I hope to meet

I have smiled and waved
but I hadn't shaved
so I didn't do it till
they drove off

I am damaged but I'm alright
the stars and my future are bright
someone turn on the light
so I can get this thing going right

What are these spots on my face
What is this fat around my waist
Where is the hair from my head
It's only 10, why am I in bed

© 21 days ago, Jed Johnson

On the hill, I stand,
looking over city lights,
the false constellations shine,
drowning out true stars bright.

The red serpent travels between,
flashing here and blinking there,
an uninterrupted trip,
but never going anywhere.

Gold and green sparkles,
changing at planned intervals,
in one spot a swirling circle,
spinning pure centrifugal.

Looking up now at the noise,
and more lights streaming by,
the jetliner move in slow motion,
disappears into grounding skies.

Random foods in a basket
to create something,  I am tasked
Appetizers and entrees and even desserts
in a very short time, is all kinds of work

But I chop and mince and bake and braise
and serve it all up and hope for some praise
sometimes a winner and others a flop
hope for the best and not get chopped.

Email, Facebook, messages, and chats,
no one talks, typing is where it's at,
I just cleaned out my contact list,
wonder what that means I'll miss.

Gravel roads and a pickup truck,
windows down and the radio up.
Cooler full, back in the bed,
sandwich stuff and a loaf of bread.

Special spot behind some gates,
every time we come, tempting fate,
but the fishing here is beyond good,
three owners ago said we could.

Lifelong friends,
casting jigs and worms,
drinking beer,
as evening comes,
staying out of trouble,
as days keep amassing,
just doing, a little trespassing.

A few years later, a special girl,
the one I want, to rule my world.
looking for the perfect spot,
I have got a question to pop.

Icy blue eyes, enough to freeze,
her red hair blowing in the breeze,
cast out her pole, and tell her to wait,
reel it on in, something got your bait.

What's this hung, on your line?
A diamond ring, **** its fine.
Down on one knee, in the country,
waiting for an answer, will she, won't she.

Lifelong love
casting jigs and worms,
making love,
as evening comes,
staying out of trouble,
no days surpassing
Just doing, a little trespassing.

Years of work and some kids,
money in my pocket, a gift to give.
down the road a for sale sign,
I think it's time to make it mine.

So many memories made here
cast and reel, and drinking beer,
special times and making love,
I sure have been, blessed by god above.

Take the family out, with fishing rods,
headed over, to our favorite spot,
it's been raining, hope we don't get stuck
down back roads, in a pickup truck.

Family is out,
casting jigs and worms,
catching some dinner,
as evening comes.
staying out of trouble,
no laws bypassing,
no need for more, trespassing

Do you hear words spoken,
that don't say what they mean?
Have you seen a manipulator,
in the midst of her scheme?

Ever witnessed a happy bird,
sing a melancholy tune?
How about a sunny day,
but all you see is gloom?

Have you ever seen the rain fall,
but never reach the ground?
What about a cat meow,
But never made a sound?

Confusion and dichotomies,
seem to rule the day,
so I'll simply walk calmly,
into the agitated fray.

The light followed over the car
for at least fifteen miles
then as we approached the next town
launched off quickly, much like a missile

Ten years later and many miles
this time down a road of gravel
a flashing vaguely in the sky
on our way into town we traveled

Suddenly from the right
three lights rose up from the ground
circling each other very close
but never made a sound

For minute or two they did this
then they merged into one
and accelerated off faster
than a bullet from a gun

I have been told by my dad
of a triangular shadow in the night
that blotted out the stars
and gave him quite a fright

We are not alone
perhaps one day the truth
will be shared with us
but until then experience is proof

Echoing cicada calls,
shatter the deafening silence,
brown oak tree leaves flutter to the ground,
northern winds slowly begin to blow.

A cold front oozes in from the north,
escorting fall out the door,
snowflakes cover the ground behind it,
as it leaves its mark upon the countryside.

Squirrels scramble hiding last minute nuts,
a covey of bobwhites scurry by headed for shelter,
they disappear into the tall grass on the fenceline,
the trees, begin to sway in earnest, as the breeze changes.

Gray clouds, blot out the sun,
a blue feeling falls across my soul,
temperature dropping quickly to near freezing,
a barn owl, flies from tree to tree, looking for a hollow.

My front porch becomes inhospitable,
blowing snow begins to pile,
I retreat inside, a fire already burning,
I feed it some wood and watch winter take hold.

A bit of flavor
Pressed to my lips
Heady aroma excites
Enthralled, passion ignites

Silky softness
Covers my eyes
And my face
Open eyes see through lace

Hands restrained
feet spread wide
Fingers trace a path
1 and 1, you do the math

At her mercy
I'm unafraid
Teasing lips and fingers
Keeps me up as she lingers

A feather
A bit of fun
Patience she aims to teach
She stays just out of reach

Can wait no more
I moan and beg
Engulfed in warmth joy
I am simply her boy toy

Pistoling pounding
Lubricated friction
Collapsing skin to skin
My face uncovered I see her grin

Chuckle, chuckle go the waves,
small ones, as they lick the beach
sunset over the strip of white sand
as I slowly walk toward the fishing pier

The temperature begins to drop
flannel shirts over bikini tops
sunglasses rise to head top perch
a fire pit is dug in the sand

The last gull flies away inland
searching someplace to spend the night
past a group of friends I stroll
I hear the sound of popping tops

Crackle, pop and the smell of gas
as the driftwood fire starts
a silver moon emerges from the abyss
setting the wave top foam aglow

Dripping drops, dripping drops,
a puddle here and there,
crimson and fading to black,
the pinestraw congealing.

The shadowed form stares,
back down the tunneled trees,
a torturous silhouette standing,
moonlight shines, but cannot identify.

A demon loose in the pines,
branching out to barren land,
but returning to his lair,
leaving a luring trail.

Do not follow the dripping drops,
smeared here and there,
if you do, your bones too,
will reside upon the pile.

Muddy waves crash
further out
turn to green
and then to blue
on the horizon

As I sink
the clear blue
fades to twilight
and then to inky
blackness

Twinkling bioluminescence
is the only light
the pressure builds
I am being squeezed
in a giant fist

Suddenly
compacted
as my final
bubbled breaths
ascend toward the sun

I am washed clean
and merge into
the depths
and darkness
of the ocean floor

The last handful of soil
the end of my toil
I am left alone
will I atone

The vault creaks
settling now, no leaks
so I can decompose
surrounded by stone

Time passes, Remorse fades
does anyone come and visit my grave
it matters not, I am not there
just a useless body in disrepair

I have gone far away
I have left no need to stay
combined with the universal tides
simply along now to enjoy the ride

Opinions and decisions
Drawn on life's experiences
Lead each down our own path
Sometimes requiring introspection
And examination of our own
Inner demons

Twisted X's made of wire,
strung between t- posts,
fencing off separate properties,
yet tying it together for miles.

Cattle and horses contained,
whitetail deer simply go through
or jump over with impressive leaps,
Rio Grande turkeys walk the line.

Game trails used by various critters,
criss cross underneath it,
forming tunnels in the tall grass,
a yellow breasted meadowlark perches.

Grown into trees through the years,
a historical record contained and preserved within.
single stand or multi-wire tales,
a 3000 pound Beefmaster bull just walks through.

Cowboys ride miles mending,
on foot, or horseback or trucks and ATV's.
good fences make good neighbors, especially in cattle country.

Camping in the woods
darkness falls
no moon
overcast night

Complete darkness
except for glowing
red coals in the pit
a wisp of smoke rises

She goes in the tent
a lantern comes on
the canvas wall
becomes a movie screen

Her shadow cast
on the tent side
every detail
visible in silhouette

The shirt comes off
followed by the bra
as she stands and stretches
turning sideways, gorgeous

Hard ******* stand out
the cold air stimulates
down come her pants
I applaud and stand

I see her crawl under the covers
and then the shadow
of a motioning finger
summoning me, as the light goes out

I do not need a building of brick and stone
I don’t need a preacher, in fact I can alone
I don't need a congregation sitting on a pew
I can even do it while sipping on a brew
I don't need a choir to sing me a song
I don't need any of this to worship right along
I don't need a communion wafer or some juice or wine
I can talk to god alone and get along just fine

The outdoors is the best of churches
at the lake on the dock catching little perches
my fellow members are the animals around
they move all around me, barely make a sound
my choir is the birds, now they can carry a tune
from, the little titmouse, mocking bird and even the loon
communion is the harvest, deer, turkey, quail, dove or fish
to Cook it up and serve it to my family is my wish

Outside alone enjoying the quiet and the solitude
up in my tree stand relaxed and subdued
the wind blows through the leaves; it is the voice of god
he doesn't have a lot to say, but I listen and nod
I understand to help others and do the best I can
to teach my family, every kid, woman and man
that they too should live by the golden rule
and to not act like the backside of a mule

I was given a brain and the ability to think
and I should use that gift, not let it shrink
I can pray for this and that but that's not how it works
he helps those who help themselves, in all of us it lurks
the ability to be the best we can possibly be
I learned all of this while sitting in tree
with bow in hand and a squirrel nearby on a limb

He was sitting quietly watching me watch him.
so when you are in church on Sunday, know that I am too
but I will be out in what he created, under skies of blue
by myself, or with my wife and kids, and maybe friends as well
don’t think that because I'm not in church with you I'm going to hell

Handfuls of joy,
wrapped up in lace,
serpentine curves,
a pleasure to trace.

Removing her layers,
back to her core,
like peeling peaches,
your just want some.more.

Smooth tan skin,
capped in pink,
unleashing her beauty,
I stare with no blink.

The smell of perfume,
the taste of her skin,
with warm exhaled breaths,
and then I begin.

Exploring her slopes,
circling around,
my tongues an explorer,
searching base to the crown.

When at last my mouth,
envelopes the prize,
she let's out,
pleasured moans and sighs.

De Ja Vu
and other things
makes me think
of mental links

but are they real
or imagined
fabricated in my mind
I'm afraid to look and find

I am weak
pretending strength
sampsonesque
and grotesque

unwanted knowledge

A sliver of orange on the horizon
as night pushes evening out
pinpricks of starlight begin to shine
as the wind lays down for the day

The sliver grows in the eastern sky
as the moon claws its way up
looking larger than life
in its orange Halloween costume

Color begins to change
the higher in the sky it climbs
from pumpkin to gold
and finally to silver white

My eyes are drawn to it
and I am spellbound
amazed and perplexed
by the evenings full moon

Sometimes love is like
catching the wind in a jar
or the water in a sieve
it just doesn't stay
no matter how hard
we try
.........................................

Am I in vtach, or afib
either way its not right
my ventricles are out of whack
since you left last night

the pain of loss has ripped it out
it lies upon the floor
its beats slowly subside
since you walked out the door

if it is to heal
this will be no surgical scar
more like a chainsaw
that cut me near and far

coronary *****
so strong, yet so frail
on a depressed ocean
it now has set sail

The gorgeous smell of pecans roasting,
mixed with the sweetness of coconut toasting,
chicken breast pounded into paillards,
the grill is smoking in the yard.

Garlic minced and onion chopped,
jalapeno sliced and thrown on top,
sizzling sounds as chicken meets grill,
this is going to be a tastebud thrill.

Baby bok choy goes down now
smells better than should be allowed,
a touch of brown sugar and of soy,
this will be something to enjoy.

Sticky rice bubbles and steams,
the makings of culinary dreams,
pecans and coconut stirred right in,
the rice the base to this foodga-sm.

Jalapeno herbed chicken hot and ready,
salty sweet bok choy, hold it steady,
finish it off with ice cold beer,
don't you wish you were right here?

Lost in dimensions
transforming
becoming something better
a chrysalis of cosmic divide
how will I emerge
on the other side

The flies fly relentlessly,
all around my head,
I swat at them repeatedly,
but its as if my hands are lead.

Three of them around me,
another 5 are in the room,
flitting here and landing there,
and by my eyes the zoom.

They land on my shoulder,
they do not cause me pain,
but I am thoroughly annoyed,
they are driving me insane.

The incessant buzzing,
one just crawled into my nose,
landing on my monitor,
they sit in a repose.

I wish I had a map
of every person in my life
how our paths have crossed
and how our interaction affected the next steps
I'm sure i would be proud of some
ashamed of some others
but mostly I hope
our interaction
was for the betterment of us both

Lost in wondrous places
no limits inside here
rattling around my skull
thoughts augmented by the beer

Chasing them around all day
to put them on the page
makes me really tired
as I put them on the stage

I check into the Ritz
located in my soul
sleep on a buttery *******
and this rest does make me whole

Sleep is fast and hard
then I'm back it again
running through my neurons
looking for a place to swim

Fishing for my next write
casting out my line
wondering if it will have teeth
or if it will be divine

Living in the mind
is a scary place to be
sometimes things get out
you want no one to see

I talk down to myself
in Hotel Soulifornia
I try to escape
and say I tried to warn

Tumbleweeds ease by,
as daylight draws dim,
the evening breeze weakening,
in the oil fields of the west.

The pump jacks speak,
as the flares burn,
igniting excess fumes,
and lighting the night as if day.

Jackrabbits wander and roam,
as rattlesnakes slither into dens,
the occasional bat swoops by,
trying to dodge the Nighthawks.

The oil trucks never stop,
the back roads ever busy,
a covey of blue quail
take it all in stride.

From somwhere outside my bubble,
the mindless quacking of a mallard
has infiltrated my thoughts and ideas,
confusing and annoying.

The sun, blinding at it's zenith,
now fades into a vermilion pool,
mercurial silver water transformed,
photovoltaic cells failing in loss of light.

I too begin to fade, diminishing energy,
consumption of power during the day,
draining batteries, my thought light dimming,
the sun, passes the horizon, and darkness envelopes.

Unscrewing my light bulb and setting aside,
preparing for a rest. and shedding thoughts,
much like the fall trees losing leaves one at a time,
I close my eyes and dream, of a duck and a lake

On weekends, mixed in my coffee cup
Amaretto
Kahlua
Baileys Irish Creme
sometimes even Jack or Jim Beam

Usually black, though, for the day to day
my boss looks down on drinking at work
and I have bills to pay

Glorious, as it burns down my throat
a few minutes later the caffeine kicks in
and I am fueled up for the day
Time to be productive and earn my way

At Christmas a bit of eggnog
into my morning brew
It gets me in the spirit
to bite off what I need to chew

Summertime evenings
you'll never guess
a scoop of vanilla ice cream
is simply the best