I don’t have to go to the office.
I don’t have to read email.
I don’t have any meetings.
No projects today will fail.
I can spend time with my honey.
I can spend time with my dogs.
I would spend time with them,
But they’re all snoring like logs.
I’ve had four cups of coffee.
I had a piece of cake.
I’m trying to keep busy,
But it’s hard to stay awake.
Years of changing bosses,
Always fearing getting fired.
Six hours into retirement,
Do you think I can get rehired?
My brain is off.
I can’t restart it.
Maybe after a nap.
Maybe tomorrow.
Good-bye, Ruby Tuesday,
You’ve become an Applebee’s.
I got nothin’.
Day 3 and blank.
A new low.
I would write about money,
But that’s just depressing.
I could talk about work,
But that’s just stressing.
I could remember growing up,
But I’m still repressing.
I could talk about God,
And ask His blessing.
(I could talk about the Ranch,
But that’s just dressing.)
Maybe blank wasn’t so bad.
I don’t care what you want to do.
I don’t even care who you’re doing it to.
But if we shall remain the Land of the Free,
Then, would you please stop trying to do it to me?
For just the price
of a small Milk-Bone,
My vicious Chihuahua
Stands guard at my throne.
He stands at attention,
Looking out at my domain.
I’m not sure who’s attacking,
But he will cause them pain.
Now and then,
He turns to look at me.
I appreciate the protection,
But I would prefer some privacy.
And so begins another year,
Although my muse is not too clear.
Thirty poems are lots of fun,
And now I’ve managed thirty-one.
I’m walking home from Hondo,
Without a penny to my name,
Just trying to reach D’Hanis,
Before I pull up lame.
I sold my horse at auction
Threw the saddle in the deal.
Then, I sold my F250,
So I could buy my kids a meal.
I’m walking home from Hondo,
Just trying to bear the pain.
If you want to ease my walking, Lord,
Just send me down some rain.
Moments that haunt you.
Whether or not you belong.
Times you can’t remember.
When you barely got along.
Inspiration strikes at random,
It never last too long.
Yet, sad, drunk or horny
Are the keys to write a song.
Jesus is my Savior,
Since no-one else applied.
Nuns taught me how He lived,
Priests told me how He died.
I used to read the Bible,
The Good Book, so they say.
I found it on a CD,
So, in my car, I’d pray.
I wonder if He watches me,
How I daily live my life.
I hope I make Him happy,
I don’t want to cause Him strife.
Someday, I will meet Him.
Maybe even meet his Dad.
I guess I’ll have to wait and see.
I’d better not be bad.