A Coriolis storm of loathing,
smothering my thoughts,
the aches and pain of life,
painting annoyance on my face.

Jaded beyond repair,
the human experience,
wasted on imbeciles and idiots,
pushing the sane over the edge.

Pink and purple prose,
written and posted,
but never read,
unless on the phone screen.

Gender, transgender, confusion,
binary systems multiplied,
pronoun confusion and deletion,
along with the rewriting of history.

Snowballs rolling downhill,
growing so large, no longer containable,
begin to fly apart, as the sun goes nova,
celestial rage impending doom.

I'm not from Compton,
the trailer park, or the hood,
just livin' my life,
doing what I should.

I like to hunt,
I love to fish,
at night watch the stars,
sometimes I wish.

I have a boat,
it has no name,
happily married,
running no game.

The radio plays,
the windows are down,
I sing out loud,
I don't care who's around.

I'm from Texas
love the woods and the coast,
hell even out west,
the desert with the wires and posts.

Tumbleweeds rolling
near and far,
let's take a ride,
get in the car.

From the city to the country,
from the sand to the trees,
living my life,
happy and free.

Hitching a ride on my cigar smoke,
curling slowly into the air,
floating on my beers bubbles,
I simply am free from care.

Bass line bumps,
from the rap station,
heads all bobbing
a music vacation.

Watch the girls,
drop it low,
take it in,
that weekend flow.

Lawn chairs sagging,
the coolers cold,
hand me another,
if I could be so bold.

Let it slide,
let it flow
let all the anger go.

Take a breath,
relax a bit,
don't let them get to you,
with their ****.

Whistle a tune,
with the birds,
sing on out
some light hearted words.

Let it slide,
let it flow
let all the anger go.

In the end,
it will be all right,
the sun will shine,
as will the stars at night.

Understand the situation,
knowing all your limitations,
feel the stress, then let it go,
like an arrow shot from a bow.

You have no need to worry,
tears and fears just bring you down,
you have friends here and there,
hear them sing this joyful sound

Let it slide,
let it flow
let all the anger go.

The stars in the sky are mine,
I will share them with you,
lay with me in the dark,
and let us enjoy the view.

Give me your hand,
in it I'll place a jewel
a gem that is the moon,
like a diamond untouched by tools.

Into your eyes I place the planets,
reflections in the night,
Jupiter and Venus,
glowing golden bright.

Do not fear the sunset,
see what you have missed,
bask in the light from time,
when the universe first came to exist.

Friday night let's have some beer,
all my rowdy friends are here,
blondes, brunettes, and redheads too,
tight blue jeans, what a view.

Sawdust covers up the floor,
let's do some shots, who wants one more?
Blake Shelton sings some drinking songs,
smiles and laughter didn't take long.

Let the work week drain away,
hit the dancefloor, come on lets play,
belly rubbin' and boot scootin'
woo's and hollers and some hootin'.

Chris Ledoux sings "County Fair"
I kiss the redhead on a dare,
she's all in and kisses back,
all my buddies jaws hang slack.

The rest of the night we dance away,
and then watch the sun come up on the day,
breakfast anyone? my buddy screams,
and so we live the weekend dream.

She sheds her robe,
as white lights strobe,
music booms real loud,
as screams come from the crowd.

She grabs the pole and climbs,
the scene is so sublime,
spinning and turning she slides down,
like a slithering serpent to the ground.

Then she pops to dance some more,
the crowd let's out another roar,
her body oozes sweat,
her hair hangs damp and wet,

Swirling hips and fingertips,
roaming hands and licking lips,
Neon flashes blue and green,
adding too the boys dream.

Red hair whipped side to side,
on a lap she will ride,
but only for a second or two,
lots of boys dreams to make come true.