Showing posts with label exes in Texas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label exes in Texas. Show all posts

Friday, February 27, 2015

Fishin' Ain't Catchin'


Here's a silly story 'bout
somethin' I gone did quite a while ago
that was un poco-No!
Mucho loco!
I tried to try on another state
as though it were up to me
deciding my fate
You see, sometimes I feel restless
like I'm always late

Taking only what I could fit
I rode the black steed
like that Don Quixote that many read
I was headed for Texas
on a trail for new exes
So cliche,
to put it that way
but I was looking for my soul mate

Holy Longhorns that state is so BIG!
and those hairdos ain't no wig
either way
it was plain as day
I ain't from around those parts
of achy breaky hearts
but I shore did get the hang
of trying on some Southern twang
an essential part of wearing the state

A church on every street
BBQ's and malls, all to escape the heat
But I have a thing for a handsome horse
I stayed on golf course
started a divorce
and let life take its course
and there were lots of miniature deer
running rampant like my timid fear
caught in the headlights of fate

My feet hurt after not too long
Only eight months, enough to see the seasons
and gather my reasons
affecting my gate
those boots don't fit me
And from my own slang
anyone could plainly see
This little Jane Doe
needed to get to walkin' and go
on living it couldn't wait

There's loyalty in love
not a necessity but is necessarily
better, letting the butterfly be
Every place
like a profile has a certain face
as happens to be my case
without wearing a mask
life lived honestly is an arduous task
just like heat and hate

Fondly I think and remiss
about the temporary bliss
of being someone else
seeking desperately
a cowboy in boots with a sweet southern drawl
a sprawling ranch estate, a man that calls me "doll"
Dressing up is fun at any age
leaving the comfort of your cage
Fixin' to find
a fish in a lake
hookin' myself as the bait
but I got no more patience to wait
I'm done dallying in this state
I was running late
on catching up with my fate
dwelling in my hometown state.


Image of painting by By Stanley L. Wood (1866-1928) (http://www.wild-west-art.org/Texas-Cowboy.html) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.











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