Red Neck Noise

Michael A. McGuire



I've been thinking...about 
doing some drinking...

but if I already had...
I wouldn't have these thoughts
...about pickling my brain with 
the booze I bought. 

I'd set it aside for another time;
like cleaning that rusty bike chain
all covered in slime; or when my wife 
left me for my dog and took my last dime.  

O the sweet humanity of it all; 
it's so quiet and lonely at night 
without my dog's bawls.   

It was heavenly music to my ears as 
I downed beer after beer after beer 
after beer.

Well...I reckon my chicken could stand 
a good chokin' so best stand clear.   

  • Author: Michael A. McGuire (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 10th, 2026 05:55
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  • sorenbarrett

    A fun read that mixes past loss with humor. Well done



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