I'm a poet.

Yup, I'm a poet. 'Dopted Daddy had to write a poem for school, so I gave him some help. This was the result

“Go to my happy place” they say.

I don’t mind, I could stay there all day!

That great little corner in my mind,

Where the substance of cool men I find:

Blood, guts, muddy road ruts,

The stuff of which I dream.

Dead gophers and mice, equipped with head lice,

The stuff that makes the girls scream.

Chili and jerky, gristly raw turkey,

And no stinking peaches and cream.

A great big shotgun, and Attila the Hun,

He and I would make a great team.

In public I burp, out loud do I slurp,

My coffee, boiling with steam.

I flex in the mirror, it causes mice fear,

So much that they pop a seam.

I fight in the morn, just like Jason Bourne.

Who beats people as he may deem.

I never see florists, I flex like Chuck Norris,

For Cool Man is my theme.