creates cowboy visions
of mountains, cold creeks,
patting the neck of a beautiful horse
oh the romance
more so
shoveling horse shit...the literal kind
flecks of creosote paint
burning my hands
rich girls in clean new jeans
laughing as I wheelbarrow by
nasty chicks
ReplyDeletedidn't deserve you anyway
go ollie
Little did they know the gem passing them by..........
ReplyDeleteThe rich girls really bring the whole ordeal home.
ReplyDeleteSo much said in such few words... (had to look up creosote paint, learn something everyday!)
ReplyDeleteAt least you made the rich girls smile - That's an achievement - Great stuff here.
ReplyDeleteReality has a way of puncturing daydreams. But I suppose those nose-up-in-the-air girls weren't a worthwhile dream when you stop and think about it.
ReplyDeleteReality is often different from the job ads. :)
ReplyDeleteI grew up on a range, so the first stanza sent my eyebrows all the way to my hairline. Then the last stanza made me burst into laughter--thanks for that. Ah, the good (and stinky) old days.
ReplyDeletelike the addition of the rich girls, to make your job seem a bit worse.
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