I so love this sound of my heartache breaking down
I know these culprits now that the rhythm has called out
She sings to me that she just wanted my fucking money
And I ram this dime across the strings and swallow my pride
To keep it in place I'll do anything for you babe
Even if it means leaving all that I've known to start again
I'll forget the money grumblings and wash clean my hands
Even as I sit wondering if I should forgo these lands
And I just might do that completely mad and saddened
Angry as a fish on the frying pan I'm playing guitar again
Wow I'll go because I don't expect my mind back
Though my heart I'll always have Pee tree suck on that OH yeah
And I'll get up and keep going with my guitar strapped to my back
This royal fuck around can stand back I'm playing guitar again
And I may even continue to sing yet I'm playing guitar again
Enough taking shit from this ass hat I'm playing guitar again
YOU ARE READING
New poetry book or...
PoetryShort story, long stories, stories that must rhyme and by written poetically, I think. I might add my earlier poems to this collection also.