Tom Bell Poet Burlesque

How'D I Wind Up Here??

Took me fifty-seven years,
To wind up in this joint,
I still wonder sometimes,
Just what was the point?

Seems to me I was smarter
At twelve years old,
Or so it seems,
Cause that's what I'm often told...

I think the idea is crazy,
I'm smarter than ever,
Just look at my work,
Okay, I'm a tad lazy,
But under it all, I'm
still pretty clever...

So, who needs money?
Who needs friends?
Who needs a car?
I guess it all depends...

I'm quite satisfied,
To sleep 20 hours a day,
That's my greatest talent,
Or so some do say...

But now I've got,
My Poetry-Soup friends,
To drive up a wall,
And then make amends,

I'm frivolous,I'm frisky,
And sometimes too  so,
If I drink too much whiskey,

So I bide you adieu,
Though I don't know 
what that means,
I'll act like I do,
So it appears that it seems
I'm smart as a whip,
And quick with the tongue,
Just hope I don't slip,
On the ladder of B.S.'s
slippery rungs.

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