Last time I was in jail, I called a poet to bail me out. Thank you, Mary. https://www.jackdogwelch.com/?p=100 – JDW
Last year I grew too many birdhouse gourds.
This year it was too many cukes.
My cat’s become an incredible bitch
Because, out of love , I gave her one can of catfood
And now until another can is opened it isn’t enough,
It isn’t enough.
So, when I explain to my friend,
The one that was my friend before,
How I thought my life was going to be
Different, with a husband and all,
He just told me, “I guess you’ll have to take care of yourself.”
Which pissed me off and was uncalled for –
Cause all I do is take care.
And all this from a schmuck, who never got any pensions
And chose to marry women that took him for everything.
So my ex-friend had the nerve to flick me shit.
And I’ve decided maybe all that stuff,
You know, that stuff they embedded deep inside a growing brain,
That marriage stuff, may be just another lie.
I think it may just be the last lie
I’ve been hanging on to, because
My neighbor just became a widow
And I’ve never seen her laugh and smile so much before.
And there’s that other widow down the block,
Widowed, over a year, never seen her so happy before.
And everytime there’s a man in my house,
Seems I walk on eggshells, seems I have fewer dreams,
Seems I don’t build so much stuff, or go and play as often.
My life is full and clear and simple
And I don’t see why, when there’s a man around,
I split in half and try hard to fit his half
Cause they tell me it’s a compromise
And I’m supposed to.
But it always feel like part of me is missing
And I refuse to give up anything
Any more.!!!
And I’m planning my aging,
Making sure it looks like I want it to,
While I can still think, while I can still see!
I took Diesel Technology so I can turbo charge
My go cart, in my old age,
Get my daughters to help me paint flames on its sides,
Or if I really end up a bag lady,
Gonna hang dingle-balls on my walker,
No invisible for me , no sir.
But we’re all confused and we’ve all been handed
A lot of crap to sort.
I want to be done with this sorting soon,
So I can get on with it.
Get over it.
Get over being the horse’s ass
In this “Make Room for Daddy” charade.
So, next year I’ll probably plant too many spaghetti squash,
Cause I’m getting too many tomatoes right now!
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