Drunk On My Tractor

I get up early, a rancher with chores Hay grows in fields, animals shuffle, roars Dawn breaks its steel grey grip on my land And I, well, I have a clear bottle clutched in hand The first swipe, the one that burns the most Clears the head, lifts the fog, begins my dose Work ahead, hours on the grind A key in my hand, the tractor is mine Muddy boots climb my ass to my seat Prepared I am, for this summer heat A seperate, full bottle in pocket, the engine is turned Key to the right, another throat tickle burned Through the gate on into field I find my day anew View as of now, not quite so askew The rows start straight, a farmers simple task They soon grow crooked, I can't find my flask Fuel runs low, a hassle to refill Inebriated I find it easy to spill Unwiser still, I light up a smoke Finding my way, to field with a toke Stoned and drunk I arrive at my field I'll try it again, a little more even keeled A drunken chuckle to nobody in sight What a great poem, another forgotten to write A vision of an old boss, his hatred of me I laugh, again, to no person I see He works all day at his nine to five And I'm drunk on my tractor, happy alive