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
Categories:
unwiser, farm, funny, humor, life,
Form: Rhyme
Perhaps I could rely on the maps,
The paved roads and tracks,
But everybody's seen that, in fact..
I take the route unknown, where werewolves roam,
This? Yeah this is my home, everyone's known,
The deer in the leaves, the birds in the trees,
Can't forget mosquitos,
That always catch your neck or toe,
The rowed boats, so sundown star shows,
Everyone goes..a lot of water, we're more celestial,
Adventure's of the night time, forever unknown,
Heavy heap of fur, with such fragile bones,
We're outsiders, the unwiser,
Proves that i'm just, more in tune, with my provider,
The flame that, forever burns fire,
Big brown eyes that, would never expire,
To the rocky mountain top the, trek gets higher,
Forever in the moment to, howl notice prior.
Categories:
unwiser, adventure, animal, body, paradise,
Form: Prose Poetry