Consign Eddies of Mounting Ire To a Pyre Fire

Inside a bar in my town I drown brown sorrows, swilling beer after beer Feeling tall in my gaunt gown as I play the clown Wishing I could wipe away her memory into a low gear Which in my Corolla I engage Thoughts tumbling, feelings grumbling As mind and conscience I enrage Fumbling, crumbling, gambling Until eyes get bloodshot Mind goes bleary Brain overheats so hot I get weary and teary But what the heck! What to me’s a little peck To shout consciousness back into business No hard feelings at all for the neck That cranes and deigns to break The cycle of reveries I indulge Imagining I’d washed away the wreck Thriving on the madness I encourage Drinking my life silly Driving my happiness away Praying I’d longer remain the hillbilly Held in a straitjacket bay Which in my saner moments can’t countenance Unless up around the bend I conspire to expire Condoning and contemplating selfies without substance As in my throat roar and soar eddies of mounting ire.