Cruise Control BluesA Poem by Mark
(While driving to town, gloved against the cold, I repeatedly pushed wrong buttons attempting to set my Cruise Control. My wife asked if I didn't want to remove a glove, to make it easier. I responded, "I don't think it's my hands that've lost their focus, but my brain!" That begat this.... Mark Teague)
CRUISE CONTROL BLUES Won't someone take these gloves from off my brain? They're a pinchin' me and causin' me some strain! 'sgot to where I cain't feel nuffin' On account of all this stuffin' And my eyeballs are beginning to pour rain! My thoughts keep runnin' on, just like a train, But the wrong switch throws; now we're sidetracked again! If these mitts could just be loosened, I might not be so obtuse, and Causin' my po' wife-mate such a heap of pain! My emotions used to run in Cruise Control! But my button-pushin' skill's no longer whole! Who put these cotton-pickin' tube socks on my Soul, Castin' me in the "Befuddled Old Man" role? I'm so bundled up, I caint see what to say The tight fabric of my mind's begun to fray! Won't these bees please sheathe their stingers, Put my gloves back on my fingers, And alleviate my mental disarray! I might shut down most any minute-- My life's gotten indiscriminate With no vigor, verve or vim in it Po', Po' Me! Can you help me get more leveled So I don't feel so disheveled If that happened, I might revel, And get free! © 2009 MarkFeatured Review
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Added on April 9, 2009AuthorMarkLas Vegas, NVAboutWriting, for me, has always been the friend who brought out the best in me, and who would never argue with me, except when necessary to point out my many obvious inconsistancies. Writing and.. more..Writing
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