I was at a bar, watching a cowboy,he was sipping beer.
I could smell his smoke & fire, I was standing that near.
Me, and some women, checking him out, all staring,
-housewife pussy, shitty poets, and something smelling
like day old librarian.
But I had a hope, and was playing a gay, wild hunch,
That my cowboy was less into pink, than brown bagging
A good man’s lunch.
I’d love to go into detail all about this night of glory
But this is my tenth line, and I must end my story.
A contest entry
- Ride a Cowboy .... Adult Only 18+ by Riftkin.
425 points, ended October 8, 2007, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
how did it flow?
Comments
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This is hysterical -- however did you think of this??? I can see why it won silver. A fine read.
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hahah this gave me a picture of a bar with a guy that doesnt seem to notice that hes caught everyones attention and everyone thats staring at him is tryin to get a feel for him haha i like the boldness in this write thanks for the share!!
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hmm now this is great
now off to judge and can not be late
or I'll stay a while longer
Riftkin
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