tonyv Posted October 24, 2009 Share Posted October 24, 2009 No phone, no light, no air, water, or heat No way to warm, no way to beat the heat To have those things, there has to be a street But who needs those when we got smokes and beer? No need to stress, just have a smoke and beer The asher's full, and there's a beer right there My bed is big enough to sleep a king When I lie down to sleep, I am the king My mattress only has one broken spring But from the woods exudes a fetid stench Mosquitos and black flies swim in that stench Since I can't flush, I dig another trench I light a wick and try to write a poem by candle, in my pest-house home, sweet home. ___________________________________This one's a BLUES SONNET 1 Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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