The Hustler of Hardware

The Hustler of Hardware

A Poem by credence young

I don’t have a big fancy car

I don’t have a fender guitar

I don’t have a fake breasted wife

I’m just ridding the turn table of life

 

I’m a rock star who never got far.

Working 9 to 5 and rocking 5 to 9

I’m a rock star running in reverse

Living un rehearsed.

I’m a rock star stuck here on earth

 

I’m the Paul McCarthy of porter cable

I’m the stepping wolf of Stanley tools

I’m the Tom Petty of tile and plaster

I’m the Peat Townsend of Peter built

And the Keith Moon of Ken worth

I’m the Phil colons of concrete.

I’m the Dave Mathews of dirt

The Melon camp of mud

I’m the Lennon of lawn

And the Skynard of sod

 

But don’t feel sorry for me

I don’t need a collage degree

I’ve got a dog named daisy

And a work truck I call

The general two

I  may work like Ted

But I party like Hank

 

Some day they’ll put a Cummins in a Ford

And there’ll be the second coming of the lord

But it sure as s**t ain’t today

And I got more to do than pray


 

I’m the Dave Mathews of dirt

The Meloncamp of mud

I’m the Lennon of lawn

And the Ted Nugent or Trees


© 2012 credence young



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apart from a few drastic spelling errors...some of this was really quite good Work on it

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