Over 16,538,786 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?
Kick the dirt off my hat.
Twist the ash off my lips.
This is for hard life.
This is for dry blood.
And cold coffee.
Spurs are just an anachronism.
The paper thin soles
the callouses on your thumbs
the bags under your eyes
That can't be faked.
Those are the blues.
Like hot sunshine
on oilly manacles
witness to gravel and flint chips
grazing the sky
only to hang-
stretch-
and plummet.
Slide. Wheeze. Slide.
It all comes out the same color.
No matter if its bayou or bayside.
Just a bad dream.
Just a bad day being.
Every day.
