Is it strange,
do you think,
that today has been
so terrible
and I still have
a smile on
my face?
Believe me,
even I think
it strange
considering
that the blueboy
was content
to submit falsehoods
in his effort to
fill this city’s
coffers with
my children’s
Christmas presents
before they’ve even
been thought of
Even I think it odd
that despite a myriad
of disasters, including
a coffee-fart
that moistened
the seat of my
trousers and sent
me scurrying
for the john,
and subsequently
the exit,
I’m still able to
grin.
Despite my chagrins,
in light of a day
filled with folly
bordering on
misery,
the silvery sliver
of hope shows
through.
I’m standing at that crossroad
waiting for The Devil to appear,
and I can tell that Ol’ Scratch
is close, close enough
that I can feel his gaze
inside this, a Wednesday,
a “one of those days”.
When the oldest kid
has puked his bed,
and I’ve got one more
mess to clean up
besides the one in my
drawers, but my shine
won’t dull, no matter
the ache in my skull.
‘Cause when Pitch is asking me:
“Boy, what’chu gonna do? I’ve been
havin’ a fine time messin’ wit’chu!”
I’ll say to Ol’ Pitch, that
sonofabitch…
“My fine, forked-tongued, fiend,
you can’t have no more of me,
for I’m hollerin’ down old dogs, you see?
Them dogs’ll run and hide,
I’ve got a fine crew by my side
into Thursday we will ride
and leave this ****** day behind!”
This is why I still smile,
because in just a little while
I get to have my rest
My lover’s head upon my
chest, my children in their nests.
Of tomorrow I’ll dream deep
while in the dark, I sleep
pondering possibilities,
probabilities, and simply
other reasons to…
smile.
-JBClaywell
©P&ZPublications
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
Is it strange,
do you think,
that today has been
so terrible
and I still have
a smile on
my face?
Believe me,
even I think
it strange
considering
that the blueboy
was content
to submit falsehoods
in his effort to
fill this city’s
coffers with
my children’s
Christmas presents
before they’ve even
been thought of
Even I think it odd
that despite a myriad
of disasters, including
a coffee-fart
that moistened
the seat of my
trousers and sent
me scurrying
for the john,
and subsequently
the exit,
I’m still able to
grin.
Despite my chagrins,
in light of a day
filled with folly
bordering on
misery,
the silvery sliver
of hope shows
through.
I’m standing at that crossroad
waiting for The Devil to appear,
and I can tell that Ol’ Scratch
is close, close enough
that I can feel his gaze
inside this, a Wednesday,
a “one of those days”.
When the oldest kid
has puked his bed,
and I’ve got one more
mess to clean up
besides the one in my
drawers, but my shine
won’t dull, no matter
the ache in my skull.
‘Cause when Pitch is asking me:
“Boy, what’chu gonna do? I’ve been
havin’ a fine time messin’ wit’chu!”
I’ll say to Ol’ Pitch, that
sonofabitch…
“My fine, forked-tongued, fiend,
you can’t have no more of me,
for I’m hollerin’ down old dogs, you see?
Them dogs’ll run and hide,
I’ve got a fine crew by my side
into Thursday we will ride
and leave this ****** day behind!”
This is why I still smile,
because in just a little while
I get to have my rest
My lover’s head upon my
chest, my children in their nests.
Of tomorrow I’ll dream deep
while in the dark, I sleep
pondering possibilities,
probabilities, and simply
other reasons to…
smile.
-JBClaywell
©P&ZPublications
Today ******* sucked. Tomorrow will be better.
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