Hangover Song
by Thằng Grillmore
Night was a gettin' loud and long,
The piano player bust a song,
Had a bottle, two or five, and maybe an extra barrel.
Why's my heart nailed to the door?
What's my guts doin' on the floor?
How'd you put this pain in my brain?
And where the fuck is my wallet?
Y'won't hear from me tomorrow,
Don't you ever let them borrow,
and make off with your
Bollocks
Here's a rope across the room,
For ten cents you can screw the broom,
Hang your body a couple of hours,
If you wanna live that long.
Somebody, please, come shoot me dead.
Thank'ee kindly cut off my head.
I let a crook come in my bed.
And now I gotta pay with a...
(Chorus)
Hannng-Overrr...
#song #lyrics #CnW #SquareDance #Drunk #Drinking #Verses #poetry #jugofwine
Dear Friends of All Good,
As we wee peeps may know:
1) Many of us are yo-yo's. We kinda go around the #moon and back before break fast
2) That is OK on #Mastodon. Yay for us!
3) I have decided to buy USA (for #posterity)
Obviously there are a lot of things not required e.g. #Junk politics, Junk Equity, Junk food and of course Junk thinking and mouth pieces.
How is this massive enterprise to be finded and #funded? As always:
1) Not buying into or paying for. Enough already
2) Many manifesting projects are swimming through our collective #consciousness. Perhaps you know a few?
3) Micro, microbe and #microbiome #effort
In other words #alternatives and off-stream. #Diverse, reverse and #verses. We are the pom-poems that sing our wail-song.
Presence
Wouldn’t it be nice…
To arrive with something
Made by hand
A page where colors once
Listened to your breath …
A small painting carrying a piece of your day
Not bought, but felt, and gently given …
Wouldn’t it be nice…
To gift a folded note, written slowly
With words that sat beside
Your heart for a while
Ink becoming warmth in
Someone else’s hands
A letter that lingers longer
Than any object …
Wouldn’t it be nice…
To bring a pressed flower
From a walk you loved
Held between pages like a
Secret of the earth
A moment of stillness
Wrapped in paper
A memory, passed from you to them …
Wouldn’t it be nice…
To offer a jar filled with tiny intentions
Little lines of hope, of courage, of light
So on heavy days, they can open one
And find you there, in a sentence …
Wouldn’t it be nice…
If our gifts carried pieces of our presence
Instead of things that fade
Without a story ..
A drawing, a word, a fragment of soul
Simple, and somehow, enough …
#roksanatales
.
.
.
Wouldn’t it be nice?
Tell me!
