A Rugged Man
I’m a rugged man,
And tough as nails.
With a massive chest,
And arms like rails.
My face isn’t pretty,
I’m no Hollywood gent.
I consider bar time,
Time well spent.
Of my friends, there aren’t many.
Likely the meanest you’ll see.
You’ll never see us,
In any joints sipp’n tea.
I live in a shack.
Yes it’s quite a raw dump.
I bring in a Hooker,
For a two dollar hump.
I’ve a flea bitten dog.
His name is Clyde.
His hair full of Mange,
And a rash on his backside.
Yes, I’m content in my life.
I don’t care what you think.
You can kiss my sweet *ss,
You uppity class fink.
Well I guess I’m now done.
Nothing more I got to say.
My case of beer is gone.
So it’s time to hit the hay.
Comments
Vermithrax
Keep writing, and you can only get better and better; some of the other writers in here (me..) had better watch out!!
Rob Kosy
That was absolutely fantastic & I agree totaly with Vermithrax, we had all better watch out.
I'm in a bit of a muddle on how to rate this, because this compares with a lot of writings (mine included) already on the den.
I will rate it, taking your age into account I think.
Keep up the good work. This was realy very, very good.
kt6550
I had to leave a comment. I have more comments than anyone else! I have to keep in first place!
Don Roble
Glad you don't think you're funny.