I Ate’nt Dead
Just recovering from a cross country move and getting the homestead unpacked (by which I mean the bar. I’m unpacking the bar).
Posts scheduled for next week but, till then, here’s links to all my previous posts to get you through this, the most heinous of weekdays.
As always: here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.
Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian Pintrest Board
Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain
*Also the title is not misspelled. I’m just a STP fan.
The Truth
As always: here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.
Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian Pintrest Board
Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain
Keeping On
Coffee can kiss me good morning
as sure as gin ‘ll kiss me goodnight
I gotta vice for ever moment,
an excuse for every regret
but that’s alright
because at least I haven’t stopped moving
yeah, I’m dragging but carrying on
my heart keeps beating
my head keeps dreaming
my legs keep leading
me into every new dusk
and dawn.
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Monday again, folks. Let’s hope that you find something that keeps you going and, if you’re having a little trouble putting one foot after the other this morning, that this lil’ poem helps you out. If not, I’d try the links below for some old Monday posts and Pins that might just make ya smile.
As always: here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.
Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian Pintrest Board
Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain
“Happy” Monday
That’s how it works…
Still working on some content, mostly Monday related (of course) but in case you’re a little more in need, check out my Pinterest for some Monday Humor or take a look back at my previous Monday poems. And, if you’re feeling a little nostalgic, check back at this poem published last year on / around this date.
The Bar Tender
The Bar Tender
He’s waiting, watching with a smile,
Cleaning counters with one hand and
Thoughts going a minute per mile
On what the evening’s gonna bring
He’s seen it all, and he’s kept them
Running, happily filled and staunched
When they were getting a little too
Detracted or short on their money
A dying breed, he’s turned out alright
One part philosopher, and the other part
A person who knows how to
have a good time,
He’s a philanthropist tending,
mending moods, and cultivating dreams,
keeping the conversation flowing,
right alongside those tantalizing drinks.
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It’s simple. It’s sweet. It’s Friday, folks. Welcome to the weekend! I hope you enjoy this diddy about that awesome but dying breed of bartenders; it’s those people who really are there to take care of you, keep the conversation flowing, and keep the drinks on comming. So, in short, this is an ode to the people I think the world could do with a few more of.
Here’s to hoping that your weekend is long, your drinks stiff, and your company worth keeping.
Semper Paratus
Semper Paratus
This morning there’s
gin in the orange juice
and rum in my mug,
and, today, the thermos is packin’
a little more love,
cause there’s a jam on main street
and drama in the office,
a nag back home,
and lint in my pockets,
files all a’piling
and a boss hawking my desk,
a co-worker squawking
and making a mess,
and the calendar’s shrieking
rest is a long week away
so I’m saucing up early-
cause it’s just bound to be
that kind of day!
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Welp, it’s Monday again, folks. No matter how hard we fight it, it always rears its ugly head. To deal with this little fact, I present the poem above with all its suggestions. In fact, I’ve kind of taken to the idea of creating a group that is dedicated to the fact. I’m thinking of calling it “Alcoholics For-All-Of-Us”- a group that drinks for those who can’t for various reasons. Sort of a civil duty, really. Heck, now that I think of it, I feel like I’ve been dodging some sort of honorable calling for not doing so sooner!
Anywho, I hope you got a little laugh out of this morning’s poem. It’s a bit crude but, well, I thought it might be some fun. Here’s to hoping your Monday passes quickly by!
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