posting

stripped, as usual, and brushed up on my chops,
finding measures of greatness for a better mention in the next edition.
frustration mounts on the practicing job, for my own imagination  
brings me home again.
Times ain't like used to be, telling truth take from me.
seen better days, put up with these,
better time girlsnew orleans. Born country, she
think easy lose, hgitch to her wagon, drive
me like mule, bought gold ring, paid rent,
she tried make me wash clothes, if
you don't want, tell so. not man got no where go
give sugar fer sugar, salt fer salt, if you can't
get along, your fault. you won't love,
treat me mean, you're my daily
thought nightly dream
some time you too sweet to die, other
times ought be buried alive.
got burn house did cook me louse, worn once,
won't lose again... They there weren't there,
had these andmake aloan for the doctor who left wanting.
poor bastard too nice say to me can't
stand losing and don't stand waiting on that plane.
Known aman short on tears, took my check and left a tip,
went out and had a seizure for half a year again, sorry betty.
black
to the guy i'll never please,
who rearranged the colors to fir
who relished stern complains often exaggerated
who gives me hope in outlandish poetry
who makes a new planet often
and gives me money to pursue human interest
who melts under pressure
who believes
who parched and beaten continues
to drive this detached head around as a gesture of kindness
who laughs at chance