Clean catch, mid-stream of consciousness blues

I live in the desert

And my AC just quit

Then the fridgerator failed

Now my house spells like shit

But this ain’t the roughest

Of times that I’ve had

And the blues they ain’t nothin’

But good men feeling bad

 

I was tryin’ to save

The delivery fee

By movin’ the new fridge

Then I blew out my knee

Now I’m down on the good one

And I’m praying to God

To get rid of the smell

Of the chicken that thawed

 

But it ain’t the most putrid

Of odors I’ve had

And the blues they ain’t nothin’

But good men feeling bad

 

So I hired a man

To fix the AC

Now I’m cold and I’m broke

And I got one bad knee

And I ain’t got no woman

Or nothin to eat

And the old fridgerator

is still out by the street

But the new one runs good

’bout the coldest I’ve had

And the blues they ain’t nothin

But good men feeling bad…………

 

It’s been a rough couple of weeks.  Figured I might as well write a blues song about it.

Who knows what will happen in the next exciting adventure?

I do know at this point my old friend Sam (God rest his soul)  would’ve turned his face upward, shook a clenched fist at the sky and said to our Heavenly Father, “Anymore of this unseemly, unsportsmanlike conduct and the deal is off!”

I guess I’ll hang out for another 24 and see what happens, one day at a time.

Thanks for stoppin’ by

Y’all come back now

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