Hobo Jungle
Mitch, but I've told you everything. Think about it.
Of course, thinking about master anything while you're drinking beer might not be good.
Pete, is this the poem?
LOSERS
I prefer to drink with losers,
I prefer to drink with both doors open,
I need that breeze passing through the bar,
I need to feel nature somehow all the time.
Yeah . . . I prefer to drink with losers:
Those who have lost, who have failed,
Who have come up like weeds through pavement.
I don't like to drink with winners—
The successful and the well-adjusted;
Something that forms them winners
Makes them keep needing to prove things
To themselves and to everyone else.
And there is so very little to prove,
And nothing to prove when you're drinking.
Winners, they rarely buy you a drink,
And certainly never for strangers,
And they always know when to stop drinking.
I've witnessed losers buying rounds
For entire bar rooms—everyone—
All the losers and all the winners.
So hey, drink up—
The bell is ringing,
And I'm buying.
Of course, thinking about master anything while you're drinking beer might not be good.
Pete, is this the poem?
LOSERS
I prefer to drink with losers,
I prefer to drink with both doors open,
I need that breeze passing through the bar,
I need to feel nature somehow all the time.
Yeah . . . I prefer to drink with losers:
Those who have lost, who have failed,
Who have come up like weeds through pavement.
I don't like to drink with winners—
The successful and the well-adjusted;
Something that forms them winners
Makes them keep needing to prove things
To themselves and to everyone else.
And there is so very little to prove,
And nothing to prove when you're drinking.
Winners, they rarely buy you a drink,
And certainly never for strangers,
And they always know when to stop drinking.
I've witnessed losers buying rounds
For entire bar rooms—everyone—
All the losers and all the winners.
So hey, drink up—
The bell is ringing,
And I'm buying.
Last edited by Tramp on Fri Sep 14, 2007 8:04 pm, edited 1 time in total.
That a life will be spent gaining inches,
When this distance is read in miles.
When this distance is read in miles.
Final--Fatal--Flying--F**K
Also Free & Fat.
Also Free & Fat.
Last edited by rogruth on Fri Sep 14, 2007 9:33 pm, edited 1 time in total.
roger
I support thread drift.
If God didn't want women to be looked at, He would have made 'em ugly. RAH
I support thread drift.
If God didn't want women to be looked at, He would have made 'em ugly. RAH
Excellent poetry for a Friday, Tramp! Thanks!!! I've got the next round for us hobo's!!!
DzzzaIiI!!!!!EeeeeeE! I have'nt been back in a few years... my last trip through with my brother most of the old "haunts" were shut down. Head up past Lathem on RTE.9 before you get to Usher's Road there still should be an excellent tittie bar on the right. It was called the Bunkhouse. Fine women and stand up bikers.
DzzzaIiI!!!!!EeeeeeE! I have'nt been back in a few years... my last trip through with my brother most of the old "haunts" were shut down. Head up past Lathem on RTE.9 before you get to Usher's Road there still should be an excellent tittie bar on the right. It was called the Bunkhouse. Fine women and stand up bikers.
Running that red block Charlie.
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