Laughing Best

Young folk wear their anger

Like it’s a brand new shirt.

They wash it clean, put it on a hanger

After they’ve rolled round in the dirt.

I’m an old man. My fabric’s torn.

I wear rage like it’s a stain.

My madness trumpets like a horn.

My revenge like a runaway train

Comin’ at you fast.

Gettin’ it off my chest.

I might be laughing last

But I’ll be laughing best.



About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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One Response to Laughing Best

  1. elvagreen123 says:

    “I wear rage like it’s a stain” – what an image!

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