Heroes Of Our Own Story

Your cat is stuck in an enormous tree

Your only goal is to set your pet free

You cut down the tree with a chainsaw

As the tree falls you hear a few ca-caws

To your beloved pet you are the hero

To the birds you’re the villain, the Zero

You are walking down a dark street

And all of the sudden you meet

A man who is threatening your family

You pull out a gun and shoot them quickly

To your wife you’re Prince Charming

To the man’s kids you’re the one killing

No matter the kind of situation

You’re role is always based on perception

In your mind you may be righteous

In someone else’s you may be villainous

What you do with this information

Is up to you and your perception

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The Micro Managing Flip Flopper

Don’t stand like that, don’t wear that hat

Why weren’t you where I wanted you at

I dont care how you’ve done that for years

I’m your boss and I control your career

Why didn’t you do that difficult task better

Why isn’t this water ten times wetter

I don’t want excuses, do things my way

It doesn’t matter what you have to say

All that stuff I told you do yesterday

Now all has to be done a different way

The wind changed and my mind did too

But I’m not wrong that is left for you

When did I tell you to do that odd thing

Who said that you’re allowed to sing

Be quiet and be who I want you to be

Be perfect just like me

Who am I? I’m the worlds worst boss

I’m overbearing and Wont be crossed

Ill give you a job then I’ll stab you in the back

I don’t care if I caused your panic attack

What do you mean you don’t like me

I do everything perfectly

That means you must be my friend

Bye? Well you’ll be sorry in the end

Folks don’t be this horrible person

Treat people right, work isn’t a prison

If the job gets done correct let it be

Don’t be that boss everyone hates completely

The Rowdy Redneck

I’ve had numerous experiences in my life

I’ve been hit by a car, stabbed with a knife

Waffle House threw me out into the street

I don’t care for shoes on my feet

I grew up on spam and fried bologna

Riding in truck beds is a limo ride to me

I love shooting guns and wrestling on tv

Summertime is best spent in the shade of a tree

I can cuss like a drunken sailor

But I always mind my manners around the pastor

I like driving fast and loud music on my radio

I love Playing horseshoes while Dad grills on the patio

I use slang and speak with a southern accent

To me Redneck is a term of endearment

Im blue collar, eat red meat, and love The USA

I love to fight, party all night, and I’m always going to be that way

The Ones that Follow

“HELP” a dozen people scream

I run towards them, wishing this was a dream

On the ground is a man who is not breathing

Without hesitant I kneel over his chest and start compressing

I yell for someone to call for an ambulance

It seems I am this only man’s chance

I’m still compressing trying to save this stranger

I yell for an AED, I’m focused on my task ignoring all other danger

I’m center stage of a group of onlookers

They all stand and just watch, there are no help offers

Another officer shows up with the AED, I hook it to his chest

I’m tiring but I’m still doing my very best

The AED delivers a shock and the man begins breathing

He weakly grabs my hand, as to say thanks for trying

He quits breathing again and I go back to compressing

The AED delivers another shock as I kneel there sweating

No effect! Damnit! I go back to compressions

Finally paramedics show up and I don’t like their expressions

One kneels down and stops me, they declare him dead

I go numb and don’t hear another word that is said

Phones calls are made and hours tick by

We sit patiently to be interviewed by the GBI

I sit there my body starving for sleep

And wait my turn to be pulled away like a butcher picking a sheep

I tell my story and I am sent away

No matter what happens I will never forget this day

The people that you save fade away into the shadows

The ones you don’t will always be there, will always follow

Producing A Profoundly Popular Poem

Start with a strong, good looking lead character

Have them experience some hardship or disaster

Against all odds let the lead overcome and be stronger

If storytelling isn’t your bag, write about a deep unwavering love

Flatter, express, and paint your desire as someone from above

Describe your being together as a finely tailored glove

Or maybe you prefer something abstract and expressive

Yellow flowers on a black blanket staring at a man in the sky

Bleep bloop bam goes the wild man

Whatever you like or whatever style you prefer

If you don’t write it you’ll never know and I mean never

Most importantly if you enjoy or it’s therapeutic that’s all that matters

Cowboys Never Cease to Exist

There may no longer be a Wild West 

There aren’t any dirt floor saloons 

No towns full of men in vests

No train robbers sleeping under the moon
No longer are arguments settled by duels

No one rides a horse or buggy 

No longer are tasks done with simple tools

This era has simply become a memory
One thing that has survived are cowboys

Men who like to live life their way 

Men who still love life’s simple joys 

Men with no regrets at the end of the day
Cowboys stand up for their morals

They fight when it’s necessary 

They respect elders and girls

having a good meal makes them happy  
Cowboys are a little headstrong 

They Make quick decisions

they don’t enjoy talking for too long 

And they rarely change their opinions 
Some of you may be a cowboy 

Or you may want to be it  

Just remember that pistol isn’t a toy 

And never cross from cowboy to bandit 
Because if you do 

There will always be a cowboy after you