to Rock.

[robert_johnson]

I haven't posted in a bit,

But I have been busy as shit.

Writing lyrics to make a hit,

I can't quit

Wouldn't think of it,

8 days till I see my kin

I hope to God they let me in

I'd also like to see my freinds

I hope they got my mail,

I hope it's hot as hell

I want to sit outside and sweat until

I'm all dried out and have my fill until

I have to pay the cancer bill,

and no hurricanes, just time to kill,

no Politics, no left or right, just Bar B que

and a little beer and folks I haven't seen in years

I've been studying, and touring, round these parts so alluring,

Drinking from a bottle, foot down on the throttle,

eating smoke, and reading, stoking the fire,

to take it just a little higher,

Now I mean to do some more,

But first a ride on Bayshore, and a burger in the outdoors, and a

trip to the bookstore,

I've been seeking and trying and singing and sighing and sweating and crying and pulling and prying,

writing, fighting, dreaming, screaming, debating, waiting and recieved a revelation.

I've been touring round a nation,

Even Rock needs a vacation.