Tennessee Fried Poetry

A comprehensive tour of the mind of a burnt out feller living in Tennessee as seen through his poetry.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Twenty Gals In Twenty Days

Throwing caution into the wind,
Just drinking a lot of beer and gin.
Don't know what I'll do next.
Never met a girl I didn't like.
Never had any self-control.
I guess I'll drop trow, lower anchor,
Prepare to board the ship,
And set sail, twenty gals in twenty days.

I think I've found my niche
Residing in my pants,
Parked in some lady's garage, or two....
I feel lucky to be a bachelor, yessiree,
Driving home my sex train,
Speeding wheels of fire,
Love bullets attacking away,
In twenty gals in twenty days.

Twenty days come, twenty days gone,
Twenty days heavenly bliss
Recorded in the annals of history.
But one day, I know, it'll all come back,
For it's cyclical, you see.
I'll come again
In twenty gals in twenty days time.
Yes, I'll come again
In twenty gals in twenty days hence.

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