now once in a while
the south gets out
I call somebody honey
what was I thinking about
don't want to be
politically correct
but still I don't want grief
oh what the hell, oh what the heck
I went to the market
a pretty girl was there
I said hey babe what's up
big mistake, what an icy stare
now I don't mean
no disrespect
but the south gets out in front
oh what the hell, oh what the heck
a man's a brother
a chick's a chick
or maybe sweetie pie
and I won't change, you know I'm sick
it's not so bad
I pay the check
I hold the door for you
oh what the hell, oh what the heck
An interesting poem, written in a style different from your usual style of writing. I like the repetition of certain lines. Lovely flow n rhythm.
I am doing some experimenting lately. Some very serious stuff and some more frivolous like this one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The experiment is worth of congrats.