Past Live have served me well
I hear the music
almost every day.
Lucky duck,
Lucky duck
Holy mother fucking fuck
What did I do to deserve
Being such a goddamn
lucky Duck
My brain
A passion field
Done up in marshmallow
And butterscotch
Bitter Ale flows from my stein?
I see my shirt
covered in glitter and cheese corn
My heart will stop some day
But my love will never end
A hard pea lodged
Beneath my mattress?
Twinkle Santa Claus eye
Rising from the middle
Of my forehead
The man on my tail?
I see that’s not gold
You lied for money
I look to the
Candy hearts and flowers
Dangling from my rear view mirror
Blood test okay
Balls okay
Cholesterol
Crusty old man
Texting in his car
Screams at me from his
Open window
Get a job ya bum!
I scream back at him
Thank you sir!
I know
I’m sorry!
What can I say.
I just am
Such a Mother fucking
Lucky fucking duck!
(This poem was recited for the first time on Friday February 13, 2015 at The Replay Lounge in Lawrence, KS)
Schwervon! 