I'm still not queer, beer, chips, real man, reminiscing about the past and how it used to be
Humor

Stepping

Stepping high

stooping low

flip flops on

pink toenails

moving slow

reminiscing

sorely missing

things were better

way back then

that’s where I want

to go.

one better life

lots less strife

soon I’m leaving

old man

believing

in a

reborn past

run his colors

up his sailboat mast.

we were roosters

they were hens

way back then

rough cut

men.

here I sit

sack of chips

drowned in beer

death coming near

have no friends

anymore

people think

I’m kinda’

weird…

thanking God

and the

devil

I at

least

don’t

think

I’m

a

queer.

 

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