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ABC Home Poems | ABC Poems About Home

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Home is Where the Ocean Is

Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.

Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.

Copyright © Andrea Rose | Year Posted 2013

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The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

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The Love of a Step-Mother

I did not expect to take another Mother's child
but I did it with concern and a smile
I did not expect to see hurt, neglect, and rebellion
but I did it with love, guidance and nurturing
I did not expect to worry about room or space
but I took them all and taught them togetherness and grace
I did not expect the long hours of time and care
but I did it with little rest and slept away my tears
This is not a Cinderella story for that is make believe
This is the story that came from the heart and love of a step-mother
I now call Mom.

T Reams   for my wonderful Step-Mother Mary

Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015

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In her home I suffer,
Rationed food and rationed wood,
Bread slices and rationed butter,
Scorns and all the words they utter,
Are some deepest of secrets you won't hear.

For I take that only form,
Of a lost child in my own home,
Assuming this has been the only norm,
Of having water and a plate of corn.

Her eldest kid sits by me and asks,
Do you have anything you own,
No, I say with a little frown,
Do you have parents,
No, they are long gone.
Do we do you bad,
No, I say.

Copyright © hudhaifah siyad | Year Posted 2016

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Will I turn back? No, why?
Cuz this is my path, in life.
Will i stop, and wait for death?
Or will I live life, Breath by breath?
I choose to live day to day, with this life,
Cuz death can take us at any time.
Why not make the best of what we have now?
I REFUSE to keep my head hanging down.
I will try to live life to the best of my ability,
With peace, love, and tranquility.
i choose to be and think positively,
If I dont, I'll be self demolishing.
I chose the path I walk, Whether it be with someone or alone,
I'm pleased with myself and maybe a place to call home...
Who knows?
I will mature even wiser than before
Don't be jealous because YOUR decisions were poor.
Happier more than I ever was, now uncovered,
A life out there, WORTH being discovered?!?!?!?!?
Will I turn back? No, Why?
Cuz this is my path, in LIFE.

Copyright © brandi foote | Year Posted 2013

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Heaven Is Your New Home

As the sunrise shines upon my face
A teardrop falls from my eye
The warmth gives me comfort
I feel your presence
What else to represent you besides the sun
The most powerful source of energy in the sky
I look away, what do I see, 
The moon, opposite the sun
Look in between night and day, the clouds move in fast toward me 
It's mid day
Still you consume my entire mind
You're in my dreams; day and night
Our initials, P.M. A.M.; night and day, like our personalities, yet one. 
Opposites attract. 
Brother and sister, best friends at birth
No longer are you with me on earth 
My angel in the sky
Your new home is Heaven

Copyright © Alyssa Marie | Year Posted 2014

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there is a place called home, 
where I meet my family and friends, 
there is a place, where I meet my loved ones, 
feeling free, feeling welcomed. 

my heart takes me there,
my soul travels along those green leaves, 
always having, joyous, squeaking birds, 
the dry sand of the mighty river, 
I long to lie there, and glance at the cunning monkeys. 

the sun so bright and shiny, 
beautiful African savanna,
no place like home, 
surely no place like home. 

how could I forget the sound of the cattle bells,
the barking of dogs, the braying of the donkeys, 
the morning crow of the cocks, 
surely no place like home. 

away in a far away land, 
where each man fights for himself,
 i can't help thinking about home, 
home is marvelous, home is great, 
surely home is best.

Copyright © Mthandazo Ngwenya | Year Posted 2015

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While I Coo

Many nights though have passed before you came to my world
Now your presence means a million to me
Over and over your song will remain sonorous in my ears
Peace be upon you my umbrella
I know you’re all ears while I coo

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

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why home

A sturdy day or may be saturday
The sun shining to dry a good cry
Ho ho ho really never for the stay
Of the imaginary soot of a chimney
Mom got you the sky of dream a toy
Ever lucky a meal to hell the poverty

Copyright © catherine labeau | Year Posted 2015

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After dispossession, 
collecting the dolls-
dusting them off.

Who was watching 
you, dousing yourself
to give a political statement ?

Cutting the leaves 
of grass, I open 
the book of Walt Whitman.

This was a targeted
killing. I will not join 
the funeral procession.

A mistaken lull.
One day I will-
shoot endlessly.

Satish Verma

Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2015

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A Quest for Home

Oh! The Supreme soul, the creator of all creatures, 
My heart longs to see thee and seeks thee in thy awesome nature 
That thou fashioned, as thou fashioned me
And all the other souls as thou want them to be.

The sky and seas, the mountain and the trees
The clouds and the rains, the green and golden grains, 
The ceaseless rivers, sparkling brooks or the transparent streams
Flow to their destination, as you designed to fulfill their dreams.

From the majestic wild beasts to the tiny little geese, 
From the meek humble lambs and fish, to the butterflies and bees,
The splendid penguins, gorgeous swans, doves and birds of paradise
Sing thy praises at the glorious dawn, looking at the mesmerizing sun rise.

And look up to the heavenly wonder! The fabulous rainbows 
And feel thy presence when the gentle comforting breeze blows.
Oh Lord! The enormous ocean of love 
Quench my thirst, enhance my tolerance and raise me above
All hatred resentment, burning my pride
Teach me thy way to take a stride
To walk on a path of peace, righteousness and compassion
And let my spirit be united with thine and forever abide.

Cleanse my impurity sprinkling thy amazing grace,
Do not banish me when I’m in distress from seeking thy dazzling face
Soak me with thy passion and boundless love when I’m dry
That I may wipe the tears of thy needy children when they cry.

Bless that I may obtain thy mercy in the days of my trouble
When I raise my hands up to you confessing that I’m feeble
When all my strength blows off like a bubble
May I rest my head on thy shoulder for I know you’re able.

All my worries all my sorrows 
Lead me to the way that’s dark and narrow 
Hold my hand and guide me to the path that’s yours
Heal my heart and soul, make me purest of the pure.

As the birds crave to reach their nest before twilight,
Take me to my eternal home where I can dwell in your light
But still I’ve to walk miles and miles in wilderness I’m sure 
And face trials and turbulence and tides to cross the sea and reach the shore 
Where thou art waiting to embrace and take me home
Where my soul will rest forever and wonder in dark no more.
I cry and yell to my potter, mold me Lord as thou needeth me to be at your home
My final destination where my maker lives, my sweet eternal home.

Copyright © Manimala Basu | Year Posted 2015

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I Dream

Because I know I won't regret
That dream which I have once had
Of telling life I'm fine, I'm not sad,
I weep and say I haven't wept.

Here I am working without reward
Looking back and looking forward
For a time in which hurdles cease
And a place in which I feel at ease.

Until then, I continue to dream
And walk forward on the beam
Removing thorns and resisting
And if I die, I die for something.
Chokri Omri

Copyright © Chokri Omri | Year Posted 2015

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I Miss Home

I miss my place,
My place I called home,
Once is in the past,

For me to spread my wings,
And begin to grow,
My friends and family,
I will not forget,
For they love me,

I won't regret,
The singing,
The hanging out,
Ones who also gave me junk,

Everyone has a place in my heart,
I just hope they don't forget who i am,
Or who they are,

Remembering the old times,
Missing my old home,
Never forget a helping hand up,
From my closest friends,

I will always miss my home,
The one in the past,
But I hope no one is mad at me,
Or think I took things to fast,

I followed my heart,
To a new home to start,
But never I wont forget,
My friends,

My family,
Or my old home....

Copyright © Tera Brown | Year Posted 2016

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Think Before You Act

When the lights go out
An the curtains close 
Everyone goes home what do you do
Do you stay behind to study your lines 
And make a fool 
Out of the people that never believed in you 
Do you go home to talk on the phone
Or play games to entertain
Yourself for the time being
Doing activities that are useless 
Should you train for your upcoming games
So you can do your best
To play in the big league  Because that's what you've dreamed
Since you were a little kid 
Or decide to follow in the footsteps of your family members
That never achieved anything
To help but in the family history 
But through everything you've been through
Good or bad
Either way you learn from your mistakes
Once you know good from bad
You should always think before you act

Copyright © Cheyenne Shelby | Year Posted 2012

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Treasures of your soul

Life is Harsh, Life is good
Only the few of the proud 
Those men that stand for a great nation
Their life at the stake
So rough and sharp
Every day is another challenge 
For them and for all
Freedom we all hope
But sometimes feel lost
Never give up that spark 
Hope don’t give it up for a price 
And when I see these great men and woman
Risk their life for a single child lost
With guns all around and wars of hate
I feel blessed as my country truly stands brave
A child is a gift of new life and hope
As I see the children in their arms saved at last
Only then will I ever know true courage
This is a path we should always cherish and follow
When the flame burns out nothing is left but stay strong
So please don’t shed a tear I am right here
By your side always and forever  
Our country stands not alone, but as one
Heart filled with love


Poem for Treasures of Your soul contest
for Gail 

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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Liberia my home

Australian by paper
Liberian by blood
Liberia is my motherland 
Liberia in my round hips   
that they criticis of not being 
worthy of "beauty".
Liberia in my big lips
that will forever speak the truth .
Liberia in my ways
Liberia is my ways
They will tell you my country is 
bad, it's dangerous, they even 
make the mistake of saying 
"Africa" is a poor and disgusting 
country, forgetting to know its a 
damn continent with beautiful 
and extraordinary countries. 
You can't fool me with your 
"white ways", I'm a native 
daughter of the most beautiful 
land, I value my culture, it runs 
through my vines...

lah a there oo
by: Mafata Dunbar

Copyright © Mafata Dunbar | Year Posted 2013

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Hope is lost.

I have lost my way.

Just wanting to find my way home.

Kept thinking I knew the way,

Little did I know.....

Copyright © Gypsyof Essence | Year Posted 2013

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I know I’m still here so far, far away,
As I fight for what I believe is right.
I wonder about you and your mom,
Every moment of every day and night.

The loneliness of war can drive you insane,
If you don’t get letters of concern from home.
Left, right, behind and ahead,
Death awaits leaving love ones alone.

We pray to God that we will be saved 
To return home or live the here after.
Bloody, dirt-covered men, we see everyday,
As we yearn for those times of laughter.

The far off stare of a fallen comrade,
As you stay by his side till his end.
No mother ever carried her infant child,
More carefully, than we do a friend.

Many have their own personal diaries,
To help keep their faculties together.
Watching hot steel crash into human flesh,
Always makes home seem far away and better.

I’ve become an expert at dodging, weaving and diving,
So try not to worry too much about me.
Just help your mom and stand up from the ground,
And while I’m gone be all you can be.

By Tom Zart

Copyright © Tom Zart | Year Posted 2007

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The sound of silence carries me to another place.
The cascading droplets of water begging me to remember, the soft sand molding to my feet asking me to feel it again, the taste of salt water waiting for me to remember another lifetime, the hot tips of the sun ray unfurling and deliciously heating my skin wanting me to recall when we met last.
So long ago I called this place home.
I frolicked in the sand and ran to meet the crashing waves. Although I was born in the dead of winter, I was raised in the light of the shinning sun and the depths of the shimmering sea. The beach is what I call home, where my nostalgia is a beautiful sort of feeling and the tang of salt water brings the comforting lull of home back to me.
The crashing waves gently whisper my name.
They speak of promises and secrets untold, yet to be discovered beneath their indescribable surface. Running my fingers over the rough exterior of a clam shell I recall first discovering the beauty they hide away inside. Since that moment the ocean entices me and calls my name from miles and miles away.
Now I stand on rock towering above it all.
The waves crashing against the cliff trying to reach me, the send peeking out as the water recedes, all calling out to me “home.” And then slowly, freely, I fall. Diving into the depths of the sea, returning home.

Copyright © B. Ariel Moreno | Year Posted 2015

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A place so close to my heart
Magnificently beautiful
My Paradise on earth
A place that holds  warmth and love
A place I call my true abode.

A place that taught values ,morals ,respect  and love 
A place I call my only  temple in the whole world
A place where affection calls
A place that is heaven on earth

A place that gave me  wings to fly
A place that holds dear until I die
No place is as beautiful as
My HOME sweet HOME.


Copyright © bandana basnett | Year Posted 2017

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a letter 2 my mom

	A letter to my mom if she could read it.

I am sorry for the times I would not listen to you and would talk back.
I loved all the times we spent together. We had so much fun together you were a great mom and you were my best friend. Some days I ask god why he let you get so sick but I realize its not gods fault that you’re sick it’s just life and some times bad things happen. Know one knows why it happened but it happened for a reason. Things happen and know one knows why it does we just have to deal with it. I miss you mom a lot some times I cry at night because I miss you so much. I just wish you could come home. It hurts to see you so sick I wish it could all go away. Hope one day you come home I all ways try to go see you at the hospital at least twice a week. Mom I am really sorry how I wouldn’t listen and I talked back. I wish we could turn back time and you wouldn’t be sick. I cry just by writing this letter to you. I just can’t believe you might not be able to ever come home. You won’t be able to see me go to prom or get married if I ever do. Mom I just want you home but that won’t happen you’re to sick and I hope a miracle happens and you get better and come home. Some days I feel like I cant make it through the day but I just remember your spirit and love will all ways be with me every day and you’re always in my heart. I all ways cry when I think about you. When you were sick I dyed my hair purple, blue, hot pink, red, and aqua. People still make fun of me and say I am weird but it’s ok. There is  so much things I want to say but I don’t know how to just know I am sorry for how I treated you. I MISS YOU MOM AND LOVE YOU!!

Copyright © diann guillen | Year Posted 2012

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When the yellow sun reflects rosy hue on the east,
It will find me awake and waiting,
For I must go home this time!
All I require is an eighty-passenger engine to roar me through,
And when I feel engulfed in the ever whirling dust,
I will know I have arrived!

When I hear the howling wind,
The shouting of cunning jackals in the veldt,
Women’s lullaby that shatters the silence of the field,
The chanting of the cuckoo birds in the field,
The sight of sheep as they descend steep slopes,
I will know I have arrived.

When I hear the cracking of a whip in October,
The bellowing of bulls as they hoof out dust,
The roaring of tractors, the boom of thunder,
The barking of dogs, the snow that powders me white,
And the sight of an eagle that takes a flight,
I will know I have arrived.

The sight of our yellow bricks house,
The lowly mowed green, green grass of home,
The big, big strawberry tree I used to play under,
The smell of the slowly home brewed beer
In the over brimming tall glasses,
Tell me that I have arrived.

Across the river bridge, down—down the dusty road,
Under the twilight, water mirrors a shaky sky,
All has changed since I left home long time ago,
There runs my sweet Mary and children,
And to meet me is my pappa and mamma,
Slowly moving in walking canes,
And I am glad to be home again!

Copyright © SIMON M MATLOU | Year Posted 2012

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Home School Bully

Yes it hurt a little an it hurt a lot 
Standing their on the cold wet street
Along waiting for my mom to come and rescue me. 

I was searching for my own way 
Never knowing who I might would  find 
Just trying to be a ghost invisible 
But their you were you seen me
 I wasn't a ghost after all
By the lockers you would wait for me 
You were the bully and I hit the walls

In the mornings from 8 to 3 you get to be who you wanna be
Unless you don't fit in or your different like me

Theirs a small town in Alabama one red light to small and hard to breathe 
Looking around in my own hell unfortunately Arley was home for me 

Copyright © Michael Alexander | Year Posted 2016

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I'm back to where i belong
It make me strong
To correct all my wrong
Remind me of my song
Home, sweet home
There is no place like home
Walking in the street with my boy
Dancing with great joy
Nothing to fear
As i knew everywhere
In my neighbourhood
Playing with my childhood
Long time friend
The journey had end
Now i am so free
Like the birds in the tree
I am enjoying my freedom
I'm back in my kingdom
Many years i cross
Now i am the boss
Oh! when i come
They say, welcome back home
Scheming day and night
Just to see the light
What took me so long
Only to see where i belong
I miss my beautiful darling mother
What a happy day to see my brother and sister!
I love my home
The Gambia is my home

Copyright © bah momodoup | Year Posted 2016

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 As I stand and stare,
at the wonderous sight,
with all it's beauty,
in the daylight,
were the thundering mountains,
meet the fresh fallen snow,
and the ponderosa pines,
seem to grow,
I can't imagine,
a more beautiful place,
and it was given to me,
by God's good grace.

Copyright © RobieLynn Collins | Year Posted 2014

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Missing Girl

Life is a promising happening, 
fulfillments are at our doors,
nothing come along beside yours,
yours are yours,
who has come to this world without 

Dear Girl, mummy hates you not,
she spoke right for you, alright
she held you close, by heart
she dream for you a better you in a 
lovely home with a brighter clue.

O Girl!
I wonder why you wander around
thinking solace is hidden
behind mummy's home,
and you went out home for days.

Dear Girl, life isnt so 
as you thinking
come back home, we await your 

Copyright © Yahaya Chadi | Year Posted 2012

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Christmas Lost

 Christmas Lost

A Long 
Long Time Ago...
There was a moment I saw the music in the leaves
Winter turned in to lights among the Christmas trees
Looking up and down the street
I smelled the musty screen looking out my window
alone among the changes  that left me in a breeze
I looked at all the lights and knew every thing would change
some how I understood nothing would be the same
Illuminating all the ruff hopes of the living adults
Because poor as poor as we could be
Yet I saw on  Christmas Day 
Adult eyes tears of Debt they would see
A cry of laughter on what Santa gave
Radio Flyer to the kids delight.
Tommy got a pennie tonight
Mary rocked her  doll all night
and I slept with my new 
kitten all night.
I Now understand
All Parents

Copyright © cheryl lucenti | Year Posted 2014

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Home sick

As I see him hug
And laugh with his
And I look at her
Sitting on the lap of hers
I missed mine
And I shed a tear 
That I am miles away
From her!

Time run
Run and run
For I want to hold her
In my arms
And laugh with her too.
Cos I miss my MUM!!!

I am homesick
Friends help me!!

Copyright © Adesina Idris Dolapo | Year Posted 2012

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The valley holds on, to murder
of moon, behind the trees.
It is dark and clouds are meditating.

You think of a perfect horror
and a poisoned arrow flies straight
into heart of a blissful sun.

It is red, splattered on the wounded sky,
scrorched by shrill cries of crows.
It is dawn.

You feel intense penetration of separateness,
from the beauty of a drop,
reflecting the wholeness of an ocean.

The stress starts breaking you.
Can you take me to my home, into abeyance?
My wakefulness, reaching by silence?


Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2008

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My Wig (

We leave on vacation to see the Grand Canyon 
I ask my son when is the last time ha changed his socks, his feet smell like 
My wife laughs and says that isn't his feet, it's his breath 
I tell her no more equate toothpaste, we're switching to Crest 
My wife says in a panicky voice, I forgot my social life line 
I tell her to calm down, everything will be fine 
She says, turn around and head toward home with the speed of a Russian Mig 
We can't take this trip, I can't be without my wig 
One hour and two tickets later we finally arrive back home 
Now she has her wig in hand and her voice has a nice, calm tone 
She says what are we waiting for, let's be on our way 
It's only 9:30am, it's already been a long, long day 
Now we are back to the area where we had to turn around 
I remember that singles club called Lost and Found 
As evening settles in, we stop by an eatery called The Autumn Twig 
She says please bear with me as I put on my wig 
My son and I sit in the car quietly, as we are close to death from a lack of food 
My wife tells us let's enjoy our vacation, you two need to adjust your attitudes 
We sit in the car and watch as people come out of this greasy spoon diner 
I keep reading their slogan, If you're lookin' for rib stickin' food ain't none finer 
I keep having these visions of me at the table, eating so much, my wife and son 
call me a pig 
Finally she is done fixing her wig 
I watch in horror as the Diner's lights go off 
My dream is gone, no pig, no trough 
She says in disgust, that's just great, where can we get a bite to eat now 
I tell her about a barbecue joint five up the road called Four Sides of a Cow 
She says okay, but I could not belive what she just did 
She smiles and says I told you everything will be okay, as she removes her wig 
We arrive outside the place rated as some of the best barbecue around 
She throws her wig on the dash and laughs like a circus clown 
She says my hunger has taken over, I believe she's flipped her lid 
She says let's go on inside, these people don't know me, they have never seen 
me without my wig

Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008