Crazy

a man fell into the ground
when he hit he didn't make a sound
not one umph not one thud
guess that man was just a dud

he was taught how to shoot a gun
and shooting he thought was fun
but then he got shot in the head
and out came a pourin' the color red

he was raised in on the mississippi flats
ate possum and coon and rats
never hurt a man until he got called
and when he did his family bawled

but he went anyway a lookin' for sum luck
went clankity' clank like his old pickup truck
saw his enemy and looked him in the eye
said is it going to be me, , , or you to die

he loved his family and loved his life
but down he went... his body respite..
and so ended his woes and worldly strife..

by Brian McBrand

Comments (1)

I found this to be a very pleasant poem to read and understand. It qualifies as a poem to read and recommend. I do so with great pleasure. GW62