poeticblack

This is a dedication


To the one's that lost

A chance for love

A got tossed out

Or did the tossing

Cause their heart couldn't do the walking

Or their pants did way too much talking

To other people


This is the beginning


To the single life I'm beginning

So the one's that didn't love me any

Can go somewhere and smoke on a big toe

Cause I have no patience

Nor time

Or money to be wasting


On the stupid young and dumb


Spacey Sprocket cadets


Grow up and get your mind right


Cause your ass is not the kinda dimes I like


I like a body with a mind my height

And not chick with glamor and glit

But in the kitchen can't make grits.

Understand my simplicity

For the reason that you can't get into me

For the possibility that I lack a lot of stupidity

Of today's youth and life.

Sit back and smoke a blunt with me

While the world rolls by in front of me

But I do my thing and search for the

Woman who is real in my life

Hopefully she will come to me


In the days not to far in front of me

So we can start the life

Were meant to see

The life of


Southern Simplicity


A simple life


With you

And me


And a few kids driving us wild


Coming home from work to poetry

Of laughter and fun and insanity


Of chilling and riding the open road country

With you on the back of my bike



But I beg that your not too silly

Or from my bike you'll fall


Accidentally




Then get ran over by a few plenty

Of 18 wheelers

Oh Goodie


Yes,


That's the craziness inside of me


Hopefully we will be alright


Or else I get my shotgun

Get your pistol, let's get together and go for a run



Shoot it out 'til the morning sun


Die together

Now the stories done.