Smiles and grins with threads of class?
Just snap the shot and kiss my ass.
Don’t tell me to laugh or speak of cheese,
I have half a notion to wait for please.
Pray Zeus I don’t get pulled over tonight,
Olympus allows few who riddle with delight.
So do your job and don’t be so damn uptight
when I say to you, “go fuck yourself, alright?”
Eight nine ten or twelve ticks of the clock,
to stay any longer would feel like a crock.
For your family and life hear the tick tock
of minutes dialing the codes to seal your lock.
No key can open a door that won’t knock,
the numbers all worn from writings in chalk.
Investments made for the shorting of your stock,
soaring prices for Blue Collar Blues, no great shock.
Rhythm and rhyme to the wind and water,
speech and sorrow for tongues and terrors.
Gifts and ghouls to the blessed and barren,
mystery and madness for victory and violence.
Destined at the alter with
sounds and motions
made for monotony
and all it’s peril.
The creation of new
awakes from blessings
bestowed by the
insolent and sterile.
One after another with the purest intents,
I feel the buzz from the yeasty ferments.
Spare your opinions, your silly two cents,
I drink for my pleasure and all the scents.
No reason to wait for scheduled events,
crack open a beer and salute to contents.