The Champ..

[Wetzelbill]

This is very rough, I felt like working on some poetry. Working over some ideas, thinking about when I used to ride bulls, all the people at the Indian rodeos and so on. I'm going to edit this quite a bit, but I like the concept and figured I'd post it for some entertainment value.

THE CHAMP

Every time at an Indian rodeo there
is a drunk with a story

They swarm ubiquitous behind the chutes
Cheap alcohol, jeans and a cowboy hat

A different one works a different event
Dressed up for one day of the year

All the young cowboys point and laugh
Going back to tell the tales

“Hey, this wino told me how to ride a bull
Look, that guy right there!”

Then somebody says “that’s so and so, he could
Have been world champ but he drank”

The others tell the legends, the stories of the time
This drunk rode the unrideable

This was the mythic figure people talked about
Inebriated, pathetic and legendary

A pickled hero toasted for past glories with every drink
he wins and loses again and again

Later on when my friends and I would get drunk
Hitting parties, fucking women

When we would celebrate the victories of the day
I wonder how many of us will be like him

A drunk with a story and a bottle in his hand
Looking in the mirror at a legend

[cleofus1]

1. nice work

you do have some talent son...

[Wetzelbill]

2. more of a prose guy

but from time to time I can handle my business with poetry. This one is mainly thoughts, needs lots of reworking. Glad you liked it.