If I can't kick back in the afternoon
To right a riddle,
Or sing a tune;
What's it all about?
If I have to rush around like a blue arse fly
To make me fortune before I die,
What a miserable sod am I.
If I couldn't sit here and commune with my heart
Where the hell would I start.
Don't get me wrong,
I could follow those,
But to me it all seems on the nose.
And by the way-
I love it here.
Kicking back with a smoke and a beer.
Know that I have a sure guide
While others think
I am on the slide.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 8th, 2024 01:42
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Comments4
Good write 2.
Ahh, inspirations for my next poem's title: maybe, perhaps, possibly, could be; etc. lol.
What? Where! When?
Ooh, that's 3 more poem titles there! Or maybe put them all into one poem.
Loved the rhyme and the message. A good title too, Sir Rudyard Kipling stole it first for one of my favorite poems. "If you can keep your head when all about you are loosing there's and blaming it on you"
I never knew that, to be honest I am not that imaginative, and lazy!
Loved Darth.
(Forgive me if I got his name wrong?)
that’s what i thought of, too!! the title catches the eye
Fantastic work.
Thank you. I, as all of us, love it, and the pay day will come.
Cracked it I think - each to their own, but certainly I 'm not a ' blue arse fly' and enjoy life without striving for 'a fortune'
Lazy? Yes probably. but I don't give a.......
Well writ.
Well you'll know what I say,
Praise the Lord!
Yeh I know wat you say, but I don't think that is what it is about.
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