Oh look
Company for the neighbors.
Home for the holidays.
Good luck with that.
I'd rather be strapped to the speakers
Of a snoop dawg concert.
But, who am I.
I'm nothing.
Oh, I've had my share...
Family... trees,
And all of that bullshit.
These days I prefer
My own company.
I drink my dinner,
Breakfast
Lunch...
Oh, let's not forget brunch.
That's my perfect holiday...
Booze, broads, and pull tabs.
Yeah
Down at Mick's bar.
It's funny...
The older I get,
The more I hate change.
Yeah...
So do the folks at Mick's bar.
Antony King 2018
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Antony King
Antony King, a published poet from Eastern Kentucky. His work can be found in SpillWords, Rye Whiskey Review, and piker press to name a few. His books are available at B&N.com and Amazon.com
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