I’ll be done Monday.
Wednesday or Thursday for sure.
Worst case is Friday.
Author: Blind John Ellsworth
Blind John Ellsworth (1960- ), a (questionable) poet and sometimes Texas bluesman. He has recorded one spoken-word album (thankfully unreleased), since he is still trying to learn to play guitar. (Lack of musical skills is what makes him a poet and not a lyricist. Plus, he can’t write music.)
Weekend
Now, time to relax.
Trying to forget all work.
But Dreading Monday.
Texas
Texas – a big State.
I walked five hundred miles.
Never left Texas.
Country Song
I want to write a country song.
I hope all y’all will sing along.
My wife left for good yesterday,
My girlfriend didn’t like her anyway.
I walking around in a fog.
Worse, she took my hunting dog.
I sang a song to all my cows,
Then, I took a couple bows.
They seemed to like the song,
Some even tried to moo along.
Lost At Sea
“I can still see the ship!”
“I’m sure they will wait.”
Then it sailed away.
“We will sue them!”
“This is an outrage!”
Read your contract.
“Wow. I missed my plane.”
“That’s on me.”
Yes, yes it is.
“Wow. I missed my cruise.”
“That’s their fault.”
Pretend it’s a plane.
Lunch
Lunch thoughts
Bacon, lettuce and tomato
Crispy French fried potato
I almost had a bean burrito.
My co-workers are relieved.
Here We Go Again
Staring off in a daze.
Rhyming in many ways.
Hoping for some praise.
It’s another thirty days.
Quick Coronation
Why are coronation ceremonies so long?
I place this crown
Upon your head.
Now, you are King
Until you’re dead.
Amen.
Pool Deck Bar
Fruity drinks for you.
Rum drinks for me.
Lots of people sunning
In outfits you can’t unsee.
Awake
I should be sleeping
But I’m still awake.
My eyes won’t close
My legs still shake.
I think back over the day.
Then, I had to laugh.
The waitress may have lied.
I don’t think it was decaf.
Unfiltered Thoughts 