My Irritations, Aggravations and Inspirations

July 14, 2010 “Entertain Us”

“Entertain Us”

Entertain us they said
Tell us a story
Spin us a yarn
Enough of poetry
No more love and loving
Lovesick pen is worn

Make us merry
Write us laughterous
Words of mirth
We tire of tears
And sanguine hearts
For us they have no worth

Tickle our fancy
Tickle our ears
Write us what we would read
Tell us not what lovers feel
In their longing soul
Or how their two hearts bleed

I will write you joys
And make you laugh
And scribble for you tall tales…

This is all bullshit!

They did indeed ask…why no rants? Why no witty tales?
Tell us a story…entertain us.

Here is your story, your rant…!!

I came home tonight after standing on concrete for eight hours…back hurting…feet throbbing…sweaty and filthy…and I started CLEANING THE KITCHEN!  I’m a single guy for nine years, and a tad lazy around my house.  When I come home at 11:30 at night and start cleaning the damned kitchen, you can bet your sweet ass that I’m upset about something.  I scrubbed every dirty dish, pot, cup, knife, fork, spoon, and skillet, the stove top, the counter top, and the cutting boards!  I still have to clean that nasty ass floor…but right now I’m writing this piece of shit post for all the ones who want a cute story or an entertaining rant rather than a poem!
Do you feel my angst?!
My Anger?!
No?
Let me break it down for you there, Einstein!
I’m sick of people…nearly every miserable one of us, not owning who and what we are!
I hate pretentiousness…for heaven’s sake don’t worry about the Joneses.  If you live in a Cadillac neighborhood, but you want to drive a Yugo…then drive a damn Yugo!
OWN your life!
If you live in a Yugo neighborhood, but you drive a Cadillac, don’t look down your nose at the Yugo in your neighbor’s drive!
OWN who you are!
There’s nothing wrong with either neighborhood…just stop worrying about it.

Did you do something idiotic…of course you did…we all have.
Own it.
Don’t waste your time trying to wiggle and weasel out of it…we all know you did it…
OWN IT!

I have done some colossally stupid things in my life; things that hurt other people and embarrassed the hell out of me, and even my family.  But dammit…I Owned it!
I’ll do other stupid things, but I know I’m not stupid, so I’ll
OWN IT!

Own your mistakes.
Own your successes.
Own your failures.
Own your bad moods.
Own your faux pas.
Own the stupid.
Own the smart.
Own your sin.
Own your virtue.
Own your hatred.
Own your life.
Own your love.
Unconventional love?
Own it!
Don’t let anyone tell you or guilt you or convince you to love anyone other than the person you love.
Own it.
If that person doesn’t requite your love, then…
Own that too.
I write all these poems mostly to declare my love for a woman who lives 10,000 miles away.  Do I give a damn what anyone else thinks? Bet your pretentious ass I do not!  Is it stupid to think that it will ever work?  I don’t know.  I will tell you this though…It’s my decision.
I OWN IT!
Now…you go and Own all of your bullshit, and leave me the hell alone with all of mine!

Just Say’n

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10 responses

  1. I understood and felt every single line of this writing…..the way you said “it is all bullshit”…could not define it any better!! You spoke from the heart and in the end that is all that matters. You ROCK and I love you for that!! Go Cowboy!! xxxx

    July 14, 2010 at 1:09 am

  2. clap. clap. clap. that was wonderful. know it had to be cleansing to write…sorry you had a bad night, but…your funneled the emotion perfectly…there is wisdom too in what you speak…very nice tracy

    July 14, 2010 at 1:54 am

  3. Tell us a story
    Spin us a yarn
    Enough of poetry
    No more love and loving
    Lovesick pen is worn

    i am in love with your opener…I may need to borrow it one day

    July 14, 2010 at 4:20 am

  4. Desiree

    I felt this one! Great poem!

    July 14, 2010 at 5:54 am

  5. Writing is catharsis . . . and what a good job you did of both. The poem – as all yours – is great. The sentiments express throughout the post are true. Good for you. Lucky for us. Amanda is right . . . in today’s parlance: YOU ROCK! Brave man . . .

    July 14, 2010 at 8:54 am

  6. feel better soon!

    July 14, 2010 at 10:23 am

  7. http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/2010/07/14/outstanding-poetry-communities-to-share/

    check out a post about poetry communities,
    have fun exploring…
    Cheers!

    July 14, 2010 at 10:23 am

  8. Janessa

    Wow….I like angry Tracy. You might be the only person besides me that cleans when they are mad. Glad you got that out….I know what it is to be asked to entertain…put on a happy face…so that THEY can feel better. I say….write truth….always….in whatever form it presents itself. Love you!

    July 14, 2010 at 3:10 pm

  9. There are people don’t clean when they get mad???? A good mad get’s my house the cleanest. Tracy … whatever it was, I hope it passed. Thanks though for summing up what everyone goes through …

    Take care…

    July 14, 2010 at 5:23 pm

  10. Betty Jo

    Does she know you love her? If not,tell her. I love your writings,keep up the great work.

    July 16, 2010 at 8:33 am

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