Long Budweiser Poems
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Those curious carousing kitties of Company C
They keep me awake, every morning until three
They sing in meows that turn my aged blood cold
I would not care except I am mean, fat and old.
I hear them through the wall, their wailing is loud.
They caterwaul in an enormous crowd.
When they have had too much nip they get even worse
I have no place to hide, it seems like a curse
I used to be able to sleep in my bed all night long.
Because there was no wailing, no caterwauling song.
Company C moved in and everything went to heck.
My ex-husband has something to do with this, I sort of suspect.
I spy on them sometimes, through Kitty Kat Tavern’s windows.
There is a Budweiser sign in there that in neon glows.
I do not know what they are drinking but suspect it is gin.
The more they wail, the more I blame him.
It took an hour to get ready,
even to just drive around the block.
First, he would check the oil, kick the tires,
tune the radio and set the clock.
Then he’d adjust all of the mirrors,
check the wipers and wash the head light.
Not sure why he’d worry about it,
cause he could not see to drive at night.
He could not start any adventure,
and not stop at the liquor store first.
Had to grab a six of Budweiser,
he’d say, “so he did not die of thirst.”
He’d stop at the bottom of the ramp.
trying to get onto the freeway.
Then set his cruise control at forty,
his signal light flashing the whole way.
You know he could not drive fifty-five,
but stayed right there in the passing lane.
Traffic backed up for about a mile,
wave his finger at all who’d complain.
Before he could make a right-hand turn,
he had to come to a complete stop.
Drove around the lot for an hour,
while mom went into the store to shop.
Imagine if angels are real, and they look down in sorrow and gleeful expectation?
Imagine if God chooses some to come down to the earth and make things
better?
And they agree, for choice is real even in the hereafter.
And they agree to suffer as their Lord suffered.
Imagine if angels are real and they live among us.
Hooked on crack vials and bottles of Budweiser.
Imagine if angels are real and they submit to suffer more than most.
And they submit to live lonely and unappreciated.
But imagine if in a moment in history.
If for but a brief moment in the 21st century.
They stopped there bickering and self loathing.
And they stood together and lost themselves in the inertia of God’s love.
Imagine if angels are real.
And they came to earth to suffer for the good of humankind.
And for a brief moment in the 21st century they lost themselves in the inertia of
God’s love.
Imagine the earth quaking underneath the inertia of God’s love.
And imagine music everywhere.
Beauty everywhere.
Sisterhood everywhere.
Cause the angels looked at each other and saw God staring back at them.
And they said, enough!!
And they crawled out the madness of satan’s oppression.
And they claimed the light of their remembrance and became beauty.
8/13/17
Occasionally cooked with a kitchen timer
Often bought and drank budweiser
Sometimes worked with an atomiser
Amid elevations that were lower or higher
Always had much more than heart
From the start
Being smart
Becoming familiar with tools, items and parts
In the light or dark
Won't always be as smooth as silk
Move on, stop with the guilt
No reason to cry over spilt milk
The scales shall balance and tilt
Keep training with or without a sword and hilt
Continuing to be invovled in structures being soundly built
Near and far from silt
As well as flowers doing well or beginning to wilt
Bring back blonde babes
with big boobs and butts,
showing bare bellies, wearing black and brown boots.
Because they get the bikers and big boys
to bring in big bucks buying bottles of
Budweiser and, blue ribbon beer,
Besides the booze and beef burgers
on buns with bacon and baked beans
for brunch while they watch and
bet on baseball games or boxing matches.as
they banter with their buddies at the bar
or in the booths and bathroom.
The jukebox plays Blondie, Blues brothers
big Bands, Bono, Bananarama, Brandi, Billy Ray Cyrus.
Benny King., Backstreet boys., Beach Boys, Billy Idol
Bobby Brown, and so much more
at Big Busty Babes Bar
Bring your best buddies with you to
Big Busty babe's bar. Down on Broadway and Bakers Boulevards
Near Buster's Barbecue and Bobby's Billiards and Bank of America.
Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts
5/16/22
Here let me paint you a drawing
My skin crawling
Something stirring and calling
As the leaves begin falling
It's appalling
That people are always squabbling
And gossiping
Yet another mauling
It's no longer enthralling
The temperature of the water freezing or scalding
People aging, greying and balding
This process has no halting
Most spills their guts like a geyser
Life's a , but I like her
With every fiber
Many think they're the , but they need a diaper
I got the job done with or without a screwdriver
Close and far from barbwire
While occasionally sipping hard cider
Or Budweiser
I'm no liar
Or one to preach to the choir
Nearby a campfire
And 4 car tires
I stood with a Rottweiler
Feeling lazy or hyper
Harmless like a Sandpiper
Damgerous like a Pit Viper
Harmless like all these ass wipers
Dangerous like a sniper
Harmless like a Striper
Dangerous like a Tiger
Harmless like the town crier
Dangerous like a Black Widow or Red-Back spider
Harmless like always being nicer
Dangerous like the edge of a pizza slicer
It's time for the next shock
Most thought they could fix it with a pep talk
Meanwhile close by flew a red hawk
Before I decided to jet off
Dealt with pests lots, put them in a headlock
Then they came to a dead stop
Nearby the bedrock
It's revolting
Far too much overindulging
And information withholding
Dangerous like exposure to molding
In all directions it's pulling
I'm still mulling
Meanwhile they continue at lulling
So that they are the ones controlling
In pitch blackness
Full of sadness
Reaching a state of madness
The pattern becoming erratic
It's nearly always tragic
With endless havoc
I almost had it
And went bat
But I partook in Black Magic
In a basement as well as an attic
In the end the outcome was anti-climactic
From many connoisseurs, it has drawn mighty cheers.
This has earned the title of “The King of Beers”.
Drinkers have enjoyed its tasted for many years.
In numerous places, this beer is number one.
The flavorful brew has been rated second to none.
Where quality is concerned, it has established the benchmark.
A team of Clydesdale horses remains its trademark.
The company’s history is long and glorious.
The corporate headquarters is located in St. Louis.
Even during the brief period of prohibition,
the firm had never relinquished its top position.
Its status as an American beer is now in doubt.
To a Belgian company, they sold themselves out.
One
Chloee? Yes Reginald!
Why do they call us Dachshunds, Wiener Dogs?
Maybe they call you a Wiener Reginald!
You cut me off at the legs with that one Chloee!
Two
Chloee? Yes Reginald! Have you ever smelled mothballs.
No Reginald it's too difficult to spread their tiny legs.
My that was a low blow Chloee. You wish Reginald, you wish!
Three
Reginald? Yes Chloee! I was at the park with my owner playing
Frisbee. As I watched the Frisbee I wondered why it was getting
bigger and bigger as it came towards me than it hit me.
Four
Chloee? Yes Reginald!
I was just lying down in the park the other day watching a Labrador
chasing his tail an' I thought ain't that amazing how easily amused
Labradors are! Then I realized I was watching the Labrador chase his tail.
Five
Reginald? Yes Chloee! I've written a poem it goes like this.
"Roses are red. Violets are blue. Some poems rhyme. And some don't!"
Six
Chloee? Yes Reginald! I was at a restaurant, I ordered a chicken sandwich,
but I don’t think the waitress understood me. Because she said,
“How would you like your eggs?” So I tried to answer her anyhow. I said,
“Incubated! And then raised, and then beheaded, and then plucked,
and then cut up, and then put onto a grill, and then put onto a bun.
Damn! It’s gonna take a while. I don’t have time. Scrambled!”
The Finale
A Dachshund walks under a bar. I mean walks into a bar. Goes to the
bar and sits down. Asks the bartender "can I have a Budweiser Light
Beer" the bartender serves him and informs him "that will be seven dollars".
The Dachshund pays. The bartender keeps looking at the Dachshund.
Finally the Dachshund yells "What?" The bartender explains "no I'm
sorry we just never get Dachshunds in this bar." The Dachshund replies
"I'm not surprised...at seven dollars for a beer..."
The Encore
Reginald? Yes Chloee! When you cut your nails, do you file them?
Yes Chloee as a matter of fact I do! Pity! I just throw mine out!
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In the summer of 1978, in a small club in New Jersey a pretty cool thing happened to me.
At the time, I was only nineteen years old, and it was one of my first times ever being at a nightclub. I remember the night was hot and the club was packed with disco dancers and punk rock people. After doing my thing out on the floor, making moves and grooving to the copy band's music, I worked up quite a thirst and decided to go get myself a Budweiser at the bar. The bar was packed with people waiting to get their drinks, so packed that I literally had to squeeze in between a discoed-out dude and an all decked out punk-rocker with short blonde hair. Politely, I asked them both if I could quickly get my drink and be on my way. With his fingers tapping the bar top to the beat of the music, the punk-rocker turned to me and said- "It's a free country, do what you want" looking dazed and baffled I just gave a smile and proceeded with a raised arm to try to flag over a tender. After a few minutes I finally got the tender to come my way, so, I ordered my Budweiser and as a nice jester to the punk-rocker who seemed pretty cool, I offered to buy him a beer. He accepted my offer and we began to have a friendly conversation. We chatted for a few and after a short time I introduced myself to him. By the way- I said, I am Charlie...and you are? He replied with a smile and said- "Hello Charlie- my name is Billy, Billy Idol from the UK". At the time, he had just come over from across the seas, and he was not yet as well-known as he would be in the near future. My time with him was short but as short as it was, I will never forget about it. Two months after meeting him in the nightclub I heard him for the first time ever on the local radio station.
dancing with myself
close encounters with a punk
played on radio
These old boots, they've sure been around. They don't know where their goin' but they sure know where they've been. Drinkin' Corona and dancing with a Mexican Senorita in Jaurez, the smell of perfume and Tequila fill the air. Gracias for the good time, but these old boots got to go. Hitched a ride on an old cattle truck to El Paso, my Stetson blocking the sun and hiding my bloodshot eyes. Throwing cow chips at an old wooden fence, I count the $100 dollars I just made at the slaughter house, the foreman said "you work like that you'll make good money boy". "Thanks, but these old boots got to go" I said. "That $100 dollars sure went fast", I told the deputy as he unlocked the gate at the jail sitting in downtown Amarillo smoking a Marlboro with my thumb in the air, thinkin', these old boots got to go. Tired and weary, I got a motel room for $50 bucks I made on a sway-back horse in a low-class rodeo outside Albuquerque but don't remember much about last night other than the empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the table. Dippin' in a can of Kodiak, I'm thinking to myself, these old boots got to go. That Budweiser sure did taste good after bailing hay in the snow in Durango, as night fell pickin' my guitar as the cowgirls on the dancefloor cut a rug. I thought to myself, the good times don't last forever so these old boots got to go. I've been a lot of things' and nonthin at the same time, money in my pocket and a liquor bottle, I roll on down the road like a tumbleweed blowing in the wind. Back in big sky country, the prairie grass sways in the breeze casting shadows on my tombstone. Hard work and hard drinkin' caught up to me, but I had fun y'all, these old boots got to go...........