That Sorceriffic A*s

Check out my you tube channel where I read this poem and others from my book, Seedy Town Blues, available on Amazon.com https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5iBc3lNPrM

Vicious eyes,
ferocious smile, and an
a*s that begged to be
rubbed all night, like
Buddha promising good luck.
But, what that
a*s brought, was
jail, soup lines, and
homeless shelters.

The heart pounds the
head, then the feet pound
the street;
walking mile after mile,
aimless roaming,
doe eyed thinking

What went wrong?
Where the hell did
I go wrong?

Then it dawns on
me like the dew
soaked morning.

It was the a*s.
Always that
sorceriffic a*s.

Author's Note

Check out my you tube channel where I read this poem and others from my book, Seedy Town Blues, available on Amazon.com
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5iBc3lNPrM

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Sometimes we just do not get what we want, “ that A*s”…. We all suffer “ when the heart pounds the head”….. and our behavior becomes funky…even though the jail part is a sad situation, you still create some humor in this poem; love your writing…..
Warmly, B

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much, Betty.

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very Welcome Thomas
Warmly, B

[Pete]

which head is doing our thinking - careful where it leads, even a sliver of a piece has a price. not the first man to be led astray and won''t be the last. real and relatable and creatively told. soberingly, good "stuff".

[Thomas W Case]

Words of wisdom. Thank you, Pete.

[Poetic Beauty]

Well sometimes other body parts make the decision instead of our brains lol

[Thomas W Case]

For sure. Thank you so much for reading and commenting.

[Poetic Beauty]

You are welcome

[Soren]

I love plays on words and this has that potential. Nicely done.

[Thomas W Case]

Thanks for reading and commenting.