A saddened man
Will boost his spirits
By having a can
Of Coors or Schlitz
He tries to thik
Of something else
Not armpit stink
Or prison cells
Not the fourth dimension
Nor Madonna’s navel
Not stress or tension
Or record labels
Not impending doom
Or space invaders
Not business boom
Nor prancing satyrs
Not greasy bacon
Or Motley Crue
Not movin’ and shakin’
Or a shade of blue
Not stuffed animals
Not the Cosby Show
Not new Weird Al
Not old Van Gogh
Not the E.R.A.
Not the Price is Right
Not yesterday
And not last night
So the saddened guy
Sets his glass down
Clears his mind
And has another round.
Ode to a Saddened, Overwhelmed, Depressed, Lousy, Poor Old Guy in a Sleazy Bar
Posted: March 8, 1987 in PoetryTags: Alcohol, Blue, Cosby, Madonna, Night, Spirit, Van Gogh, Weird Al
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