Mountain Man

There's no watch on his wrist
cause he goes by mountain time
the chickens in their coops
the coops are on the mules
with a beard so thick
a squirrel lives inside of it.
cause that's who he is,
the mountain man

Don't ask nothin of nobody
helps when he can
guttin and skinnin for
food and clothing
panning and trapping
for money
cause that's what he does,
the mountain man

Picking his teeth with a pine cone
he's gonna use later
to wipe his ass
pickin and grinnin
and livin and sinnin
cause that's what he's like,
the mountain man

Don't ask him no questions
Don't dare trespass his stool-
He'll chew you up like a plug of chaw
And take you home to ma for dinner
Cause that's what he's wanted for in
42 states (and Costa Rica)
the mountain man.



Poetry by Eight-Feet
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Written on 2005-09-14 at 06:51

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
oh this mountain man spells finesse, wouldnt you say? lol for some reason im thinking i wouldnt necessarily enjoy having this person as a neighbor... i dont know hehe ;) had me chuckling here :)

later... xx
2005-09-16


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
i'll lend him some soft toilet paper if he wans but i will understand fully if he perfers the pine needle lol
2005-09-14