Saturday, November 19, 2022

I PUSH IT, (I PLAY IT HARD) by David Summerfield

 I push it, I play it hard
Never planned to live this long
With a beam in the eye
And rage in the gut
I stick it to life and never get stuck
I attack it, I bulldoze it hard

I push it, I play it hard
Never afflicted drink to get drunk
With no guide in the heart
And nothing in the mind
I jam it to life and continue to grind
I force it, I assault it hard

I push it, I play it hard
Long live Coors and Jack Daniel's
With salt in my beer mug
No ice in the shot
I race with the devil and never get caught
I beat it, I bludgeon it hard

I push it, I play it hard
Without fear I hunt my prey
With a lie in my pocket
And any bullshit to feed
I seduce her and run after planting my seed  
I pound it, I punch it hard 
 

 
 
David Summerfield writes out of the hills and hollars’ of West ‘by God’ Virginia, where he’s been known to tip a few.

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