Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

“Life, Lead, and Over‑Fried Steak”

It’s January one.

I just bought my first gun.

I shot a squirrel dead,

He died full of lead,

Now finally I can go to bed.

My feet are cold,

I’m getting old,

My mouth is filled with dentist gold.

With two teeth front — two teeth back,

Never a dime in my banking sack.

Poor am I, my tooth fell out,

I can hardly eat– never less shout,

My tongue is tied,

My steak is over fried.

And my cat roller over and he just died.

Now belly up;

What’s in this cup?

Looks mighty sad;

For me the old fashion, cad.

I poured it out, mud just came.

Oh, life is such a game.

Yet I got to play;

Every day–

As I’m alive, and still kicken,

Now get on with it, quit your bitchen!