same as the preacher

[saw]

this moment here in front of this pad of paper
I am the Man....
how could I not be
i have an E_Z glide ballpoint pen.
I wonder if cavemen felt impotent,
no lined yellow pads or backs of old envelopes
to confess in ink or rail against
the Flinstones on the next rocky crag

and trying to etch complaints
into granite with a stone axe
must have taken the fun out of legacy
and it's hard to picture an image
of a burly man in bearskins scratching his head
as he stared at a mountain with writer's block......
as the modern man that I am, I feel fortunate

I often call writer's block a pussy
and honestly never feel a need to explain
my often shitty mouth, only to say
I have never believed in censorship
so my profanity comes often and must be
allowed to have its day...allowed to have its say
same as the preacher.... or the unfulfilled Neanderthal

[WIREMAN]

You Neanderthal you!......some of what we say in our 60's our young friends just have to let slide

[saw]

grunt grunt grunt
so true mark, I am shameless now
my age is license to speak my mind
so happy my social security check
will pay for some of my madness
pens and pads...a little grub