Bad Poem
A bad poem’s like a papered cow
that’s been dry for much too long.
You got so much invested,
can’t admit you might be wrong.
A little tunin’ here and there
and substance could appear.
This might be the Elko poem
Or the start of a champion steer.
The Vet is yellin, “Cut her loose,
she’ll never amount to much.”
Your wife is whisperin’ in your ear,
“Believe you’ve lost your touch.”
You know their right and you’ve been wrong,
there’s not much left to do.
“Guess you’ll give them two just ONE more year
and then by George…you’re through.”
