Typing, Hacking, Thinking – Smokin’ Hot

Typing, hacking, thinking – Smokin’ hotTyping your best to empty all thought Pouring your soul into force upon the keysYour woman walks past with a dress above the knees Now you can’t think or type or stammer straightThe hell with with deadlines – this one’s gonna be late You pray to the spirits of procastrinationContinue reading “Typing, Hacking, Thinking – Smokin’ Hot”

It’s Not Supposed To Be This Cold

It’s not supposed to be this coldDown along the beachThis is Florida after allWe’re out of Jack Frost’s reachThere should be some lawsMade by Washington’s hack’s & foolsTo keep the sunshine burningOr at the minimum, a union ruleUntil I get my wayI guess I’ll just have to dealDonning a parka instead of flip flopsJust knowContinue reading “It’s Not Supposed To Be This Cold”

I Never Said I Was Good At This

I never said I was good at this I have no fancy training or school I just close my eyes & spill my soul Without any regard if it will be cool I’m a bush league hack at my best Wandering my way through eternity Endless reams within your dreams But I’ll never be aContinue reading “I Never Said I Was Good At This”