it was one of those nights
where you swear you had
your last drink and change
was on the way
of course,
that night came again
a few nights later
i was never an angry drunk
just one that wanted some
fun and always appreciated
some nudity
living on 80 acres certainly
helped
closest fucking thing to
a utopia i ever lived on
problem with small farms
though
it takes more money than
you could ever believe to
keep it going
and all those bottles of
liquor didn’t come with
winning lottery tickets
hence the two bedroom
ranch house on a quarter
acre where i live now
trapped in suburbia
knowing the neighbors
don’t appreciate loud
noises
fuck ‘em
J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know better. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Synchronized Chaos, Disturb the Universe Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, Lothlorien Poetry Journal and Black Coffee Review. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.
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