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 …..
moms are the best