Spent
Right from the git go, my git up and go has got up and went.
I feel spent.
Like a fireworks rocket lying in the snow the morning after New Years..
Like a piece of gum on the bottom of a shoe under a years worth of rubbish at the dump.
Where did it go?
I don’t know.
If I did I would tell you so.
My git up and go isn’t mine no mo.
I’ve lost my Mo Jo
My Jive Drive
How can I compete.
My distress is now complete.
I’ll bet if I could get rid of that slack in my seat.
I would really be neat.
But!!!!!!!.......I would still feel beat.
And low
With out my git up and go.
I need to try some Hadacol.
Bet you don’t remember that one.
Maybe three or four bottles of that 12%-HA!
Might do me some good.
Mix it with a couple of BC's
© Apr 10 2010
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment