That’s Why I Write.

I never had a plan for my life.
Never had a vision.
My dreams were all day dreams.
A more suitable alternative to the life
I was living.

Then, my day dreams turned to pipe dreams allowing me to talk as if I were already held in high esteem.

Regarded as the preeminent leader of leaders.

I told folks I had more money than the Columbian Drug Cartel.

I told them I fought Roberto Duran and played Blues Harp for Muddy Waters.

I tried to impressed barflies.

I told them I chased women with Warren Beatty and was proclaimed Shaman at Shirley McClain’s Peyote Ritual.

The barflies said, “You’re full of shit.”

And, I was.

Still am.

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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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2 Responses to That’s Why I Write.

  1. A wonderful piece, I love the tone and the dreams line is killer.

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