Sat. May 30th, 2020

Red Region Inferno

If you're gonna take a walk through hell you may as well be sipping on a peach margarita

ukulele

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Here is a little thing I wrote and a bit off my morning coffee mixed with some ink to make a lovely little ukulele image to go with my words.

ukulele poem

ukulele…
I wrote a song on Sunday for the ukulele I play no more.
I wrote it sitting at my piano and felt myself a whore.
I played it in the concert hall on my guitar so they would weep.
The ukulele behind the curtain in another’s hands looked cheap.
I went home with a check in hand for my grand performance.
My successful night didn’t make me smile, instead I felt abhorrence.
I laid my guitar against the wall and sat down to tap at ivory keys.
I played my tune once again and felt I was a sleaze.
I wished for my simple ukulele that I’d once long ago left behind,
my instrument I’d loved and learned on that was always on my mind.

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