This post is dedicated to my good friend Joe, who said my If I Die Before I Wake post was morbid.
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
often I’m perky,
but not always, it’s true.
If you come when I’m blue
and don’t like what I say,
don’t get all sad,
just come back the next day.
I’m not suicidal
or even depressed.
I just share what I feel
and to hell with the rest.
I may talk about poop
and things unrefined,
but that’s not my whole blog:
just some of the time.
If I let myself worry
‘bout what people might think,
I’d live in a box
with a couch and a sink.
I’d never come out
and I’d never be free.
I’d spend all my time
being someone not me.
“Don’t cuss. Not so loud.
You’re embarrassing me.
I’m uncomfortable with
your individuality.”
But when there’s no one to cuss
there’s no one to say,
“Oh how you shock me.
I must look away.”
What fun would that be,
always proper and prim?
None. I SAY NONE.
Here, have some more gin.
Drink, my compadres,
drink up and be merry.
For tomorrow we toil
and oh isn’t is scary?
But Friday is coming.
It comes every week.
One day of the seven
to let loose and have cheek.
Be cheeky, you monkeys!
Have some fun with your peers.
Don’t let The Man
steal your soul (or your beer.)
In closing, I wish you
all of the best:
good friends, good health,
lots of play, and some rest.
Be well, my cheeky monkeys.
