Monday, April 13, 2020

Goin' Paradin' Before It's Too Late

Too late to work on my book
(it’s been two days now)—
my bloomin’ būk.
I might jerk the throttle and flood the choke,
or I might get on like a house afire,
but it’s too late now to work on my book.
I’m too starstruck
by my own cute face to take a bow,
so I just sit here like Ringo readin' a bloomin’ būk,
like a line without a hook.
I'm the ace with the sweaty brow,
but if I’m going to publish my book,
I’d better get crackin’
on it. It’s really going to be a lot of work,
my bloomin’ būk!
I’ll have better luck
trying to trend the Tao.
Too late to work on my book,
my bloomin’ būk.