Some poetry just sucks.
Maybe it's the delivery.
Shoot me now.

My favorite "poem" at the moment

If You Could Touch Her At All
Waylon Jennings

Funny a woman can come home so wild and free
And insist I don't watch her undress or watch her watch me
And stand by the bed and shiver as if she was cold
Just to lie down beside me and touch me as if I were gold

One night of love can't make up for six nights alone
But I'd rather have one than none Lord, 'cause I'm flesh and bone
Sometimes it seems that she ain't worth the trouble at all
But she could be worth the world if somehow you can touch her at all

Right or wrong a woman can own any man
She can take him inside her and hold his soul in her hand
And leave him as weary and weak as a newborn child
Fighting to catch his first breath and open his eyes

One night of love don't make up for six nights alone
But I'd rather have one than none Lord, 'cause I'm flesh and bone
Sometimes it seems that she ain't worth the trouble at all
But she could be worth the world if somehow you can touch her at all.

Perfect Drive Home

My pipe bowl is full of Irish cream
W.E.Whitmore is on the iPod and loud
I have the window down just enough
So the smoke doesn't form a cloud;
The cool air makes me feel clean
As it blows across the top of my head
And my mind is on Jesus
And why He raised me from the dead

Its a nice end to a mundane day
A great segue into a night with my son.
:)