Another Day
Posted on May 6, 2008 by Steve
It happened again
Flat tire in the rain
How can I explain, why I am late again
I don’t know
Hit up the Gas N’ Go
Fill up the tank, but the account balance is on zero
Gotta beg and plead
for the cash I need
in a rush, and damn sure late
i might as well be going to the Aloha State
going crazy, banging my head on the wheel
the roads are slipperier than a banana peel
i can feel, myself losing control
—
then i hear the tone
on my cell phone
and all the bad goes away
its a text from her
telling me to have a great day
—
the sky opened up the sun shone through
it stopped raining and the sky turned blue
the birds start to sing
i start to feel just like a king
Filed under: Blogging, Life, Poetry | Tagged: Bad Day Turned Good, Poem, Poetry
Sounds like you’re having one of those days man.
At least you can get zen about it.
Must have been one hell of a text message.
Just get drunk!!
You getting all soft on us, King Steve? Who would have thunk U did poetry? DAMN!!~ur full of pleasant surprises aren’t u? uhmm, wonder who the mystery text message gyrl is?? WOW! Lucky gyrl!~
Was this inspired by the new Grand Theft Auto or an actual incident in real life?
I get the two confused rather easily.
Sounds like my life… You want to get drunk?
Oh by the way only emo’s write poetry
I keed
I’m with Evyl on this one…what was in the Text?
wordsworth’s going “damn” in his grave.
what….what…WHAT???? Has the cold Minnesotan exterior of the King been melted away by a special lady???
OMG you should start a love blog…do it, DO IT…..LOL
That would be the best love blog EVER!
Steve, I leave blogging for awhile, and what do I come back to? You blogging about love? You fag, hahaha. J/K.
Anyways, I’m back blogging so I hope to see you around my parts when you get the chance.
OH, and by the way, it’s Sexual T-Rex.
yes i said i was kidding…
sexual t-rex?
is it real or am i dead …
please dont ….they don’t need to cower..just end it..
still laughing…..that’s good……it wasn’t one line
it wasnt one time…it wasnt ……just nothing….
i am not ill ….i listen, and ieel and i express , myself why do you or the company that you keep
can do continually riddle me with pain hour after hour and think it’s okay?
the jingles, the commericals, the stories, , the songs..
its has to flow, its for the audience..
i still dont want to think that you are capable of doing this… i didn’t see everything but what does it matter
you didn’t stop it when i sent you the text
i am sorry ………….let them play their stuff played…they can not look bad to to the people in industry….
play it llll tell them…..they are artists…
but it doesn’t matter …..