Thursday’s Poem – 6 in the morning

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6 in the morning

I read somewhere
once
about a writer
who
as he got older
no longer
stayed up late
at night
chasing his demons
instead
he’d get up early
and grab the bitch
by the throat.

I guess that’s why
I’m writing this
at 6
in the morning.

About big jonny

The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

3 Replies to “Thursday’s Poem – 6 in the morning”

  1. “6’n The Mornin'”

    6’n the morning’ police at my door
    Fresh adidas squeek across the bathroom floor
    Out the back window I make a escape
    Don’t even get a chance to grab my old school tape

    Mad with no music but happy ’cause I’m free
    And the streets to a player is the place to be
    Gotta knot in my pocket weighin’ at least a grand
    Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand

    I’m a self-made monster of the city streets
    Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats
    But just livin’ in the city is a serious task
    Didn’t know what the cops wanted
    Didn’t have the time to ask

    Word

  3. bikepunk-
    i don’t know you, but we always seem to be on the same page
    happy kwanzaa my friend

    c-