It should be clear, I hope, that this is a dramatic monologue of sorts, and not a personal statement!




Hornet in my Noggin

got a hornet in my noggin
and a belly full of snakes
got a hornet in my noggin
and a belly full of snakes
gonna drink some rotgut whiskey
till i still them awful shakes

i got spiders in my boxers
and a mad dog in my bed
i got spiders in my boxers
and a mad dog in my bed
ain't there nothin in this bottle
gonna hush my screamin' head

life ain't nothin but a jailhouse
where the sheriff's lost his mind
life ain't nothin but a jailhouse
where the sheriff's lost his mind
all the troubles that my eyes done seen
gonna drink until i'm blind

won't you tell me mister preacher
why's your god so mean and mad
won't you tell me mister preacher
why's your god so mean and mad
he crushes us and kills us
seems the devil ain't so bad

i got sorrow by the truckload
i got heartache by the ton
i got sorrow by the truckload
i got heartache by the ton
all my april dreams done withered
underneath that august sun

i was born the doctor slapped me
then the world done beat me lame
i was born the doctor slapped me
then the world done beat me lame
gonna hundredproof my bruises
till i don't know my name





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-02-19 at 14:05

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! That hornet - is but an idea for a poem - forming in that mind of yours Thom!
2018-02-20