Joey Cloudy online

“I’m Just Here For The Beer And The Bitches”

I don’t have time to bullshit 

with the crush bone blonde. 

Fading tribal tattoo 

wrapped around her bicep. 

Who interrupts my drunken scrawling!? 

To tell me… my poems rock. 

Listen lady, I’m not a whore for applause 

I’m a poet, a literary slut. 

I’m not here to better humanity 

Or pump up my super inflated ego 

I got seven inches of rock solid id 

as hard as the trigonometry. 

It don’t need pumping. 

So, the next time you see me 

leaning drunkenly against 

the cool burnt sienna wall of bricks 

outside of the Absinthe Bar, 

pen in hand scribbling in 

my black speckled 

8 ½ by 11 inch notebook. 

Don’t interrupt me 

to tell me. My poems rock, 

of course they rock 

I wrote the mutha’ fuckers. 

It’s not as if I don’t 

appreciate the gesture. Because I don’t. 

Just get with the program groupie. 

Show me the top of ya’ head 

Throw your legs around my neck 

Get on your job and crush my bone. 

But, if that’s asking for too much… 

buy me a drink, and then 

get the fuck outta my face. 

7/30/2007 12:44:59 AM