STEVE HOFFMAN

Where I Belong, By The Sea

Here we go
My taxes arent paid
Cant remember last time I got laid

Im sitting on the porch
Listening to the sound
It’s nature in the field
I’m watching the deer chow down

My gas tanks half full
My windshield is cracked
My attitudes bad
Im moving,
Not even half packed

I bought Into the American dream
A house and a truck
And payments that scream

Gees what a dream

Im leaving the rented house by the field
Got me a new place
High interest, and payments
And a thirty year yield

Im into my years
Not getting any younger
If I pay my insurance and my taxes
Ill probly die from hunger

So I figure like this
Ill pay them one at a time
And when I get through
Ill be able to eat on my last dime

As I catch up on this dream
And the payments that scream
Another month goes by
Another payment to try

I live on the coast
Real close to the water
Huricane insurance!
Something else to barter

Im not complaining
So don’t accuse me of that
Im moving into the woods
Where I can sit happy and get fat

If I lived in Mississippi I could set up some stills
To supliment my income


Then I could jack up my house
And sell all the wheels
I think ill pass on the stills

No, that’s not where im at
Or where I want to be be
Ill keep my high payments
and stay close to the sea

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 5, 2011

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