Rowdy Yates Poet Rhyme

Brown Bottle Blues

Brown Bottle Blues!

It's a funny thing, 
that brown bottle with a label can hear, 
understand your trouble, 
and watch you stumble. 
It doesn't care about the tear in your eye or 
the fear in your heart,
it just knows it will play its part. 

That brown bottle, 
which gives you powers to get on that stage 
and became an instant Idol with talent,
the power to take on a hundred men, 
or be the lover no woman can resist.  
This is called lifes .08 twist. 

Well the nights over, 
the capes gone, 
the thought of start'em went wrong,  
all went away with that last beer. 
Now all that's left is pounding in my head and 
the ringing in my ears and 
that empty little brown bottle they call a beer. 

By
    Rowdy
              Yates






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Cona Adams March 24, 2015 at 7:47 AM Good one, Rowdy. An enjoyable read. Growing up, I hated the taste of beer. Until my brother convinced me to try it with pizza. I still like it with Pizza. But, I have to stop with one. I'm silly enough without it.

Poet Destroyer A March 18, 2015 at 12:32 AM a good one, they give us all kinds of powers.... kind of opens the blinds and shines the hidden lights trying to shine in... p.d. was here, have a great night.

Cona Adams January 8, 2015 at 10:26 AM Rowdy Yates? Seriously? I'm old enough to remember "Rawhide." Yeah, I like this poem, and the pen name gave me a chuckle.