I’ve entered a poetry contest.
After I get in from deer hunting or changing the oil in my pickup, I like to sit down and crank out a few lines. I usually have a beer and a chaw of tobacco while I post it to the web.
Which brings us to the real county music lyric of the day
I drive a nineteen eighty-eight Ford Pick-up truck.
Girls don't break up with me
I break up with them first!
I don't shave the hair on my face
Because beards are tough.
I fart, burp, spit, when I want
Not caring who is nearby
Disrespect my momma
and I will punch you in the eye!
I am a Manly Man!
I’d write more about this, but Extreme Fighting Championship is coming up on ESPN.
