Well it’s certainly a target rich environment. Oprah’s on, pregnant man yesterday, bawling over some such worth cause today. But I don’t want to burn out to soon. I’ve been going to sleep with the I Pod lately. Johnny Cash’ last album, song called “Hurt”, beautiful, haunting.
Time to deconstruct it. We call this number
“Bert”
I dressed myself today
To see how it would feel
My wife’s panties and her bra
The bra it was chenille
I focused on the pain
Those folks they are such ogre’s
In stockings and a wig
Went shopping at the Kroger
( Chorus )
What have we become?
My neighbor Fred
All the women in our lives
Filed suit in the end
And you could have it all
My empire of skirts
This one really fits
Those pantyhose man they hurt
I wear his garter belt
When we go to the club
Full of pretty thoughts
Never again they’ll call us “ Bub”
Don’t worry about the stains
Lemon juice and a vigorous scrub
Will make it disappear
I love what you did with your hair
If I could start again
I’d flee from this color green
I’d go for simple black
It doesn’t make me look fat
So I’m in the parking lot at Kroger, and a fellow, looking splendid in a housedress and pumps was loading groceries into the minivan. With the kids. I went home and had a drink.
Brian in Powder Springs
