When I’m insecure,/
she says not to fantasize/
When I’m insecure,/
she says not to fantasize/
Wenn ihre Kinder/
nach Hause kommen, ist es/
wieder unbekannt.
He thinks my Southern’s sexy!
It really turns him on.
He’s always drooling at me
when I’m weed whacking the lawn.
He really kind of likes my Southern music drawl.
An’ he gets all excited when I say hey all y’all!
You best be knowin how he digs my squash pies from cushaws.
Yeah he really gets me!
He thinks my Southern’s sexy!
When life doesn’t go/
the way you want, change either/
your path, work, or dreams
Folks want to label/
themselves as some small group but
what if we’re just folks?
I left for Georgia./
I took my writing with me./
She really exists!
Even when love blooms/
me, poet, still carries Angst./
She blows it away.
Remember when I’d/
stand here, weep and moan about/
my dates. I won’t now!
Hey! Remember when/
I used to write napkin poems?
They won’t go away!