Redneck Poet Realization

 

 

Two kinds of people come from my hometown,

Deadheads and rednecks and such,

I revert to the woods when I feel down,

And Jerry Garcia ain’t so mucking fuch.

 

Yeah, Truckstop fare is what I desire,

Or down-home food from my farm girl wife.

She keeps me warmer than a summer campfire,

Like she was made to bless my life.

 

Entertainment for me is wreckin’ cars or shootin’ guns;

Or maybe the dirt track on a Saturday night.

Drinkin’ coffee and writing listening to country number ones,

All of which fills me with delight.

 

Hell yeah I know my role and it suits me well,

To deny who I am would be a sentence in hell.

 

02/24/2023