Think Not

Oh wisht you were here
Right next to me
So I could bellow ha ha ha
Right along with your tee hee hee
But I drain my next glass
All by my quoted lonesome self
Cuz it’s quite plain
I’m lost somewhere on your I Think Not Shelf
So while the walls
Do there expected half-assed spin
You can find me on my well-mopped floor
With that bemused half-crazed grin
Cuz it’s quite plain
I’m lost somewhere on your I Think Not Shelf
So I’ll enjoy that next red wine glass
All by my now rocknroll lonesome self
Turn It Up

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

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