The Green Blues Poem by Keith Sennette

My desperate shenanigans on a late night
Lighting tooth picks on the stove just to get by
I can't find a lighter my matches won't strike
But I ain't ready to call it a night

Mr Happy's in the corner with a bud in his head
Two laps around the bowl and the Bic went dead
Tried to get high and got let down instead

Lack of fire
Raise my ire
Make me see red

The propane on the stove well it just gave out
And I turned all the pockets on my clothes inside out
My room mates a smoker
Still nothing around
Happy hour's
Turning sour
Bringing me down.

I checked the couches in the chushions
And down underneath
Looked in the bed tore off all the sheets
The kitchen cabinet the dresser drawer
Guess the only option left is the Liquor store.

Stepped out seen the neighbor chillin havin' a smoke
So I said 'Hey lady wanna share in a toke
Cause' when it comes to having fire I seem to be broke'
Should've seen the look she gave me
When she turned around and spoke
She said 'Man are you serious this must be a joke
Cause my husbund's a judge and Im a 5.0
But I can tell buy your face that you didn't know
So we'll forget this ever happened if you turn around and go'

My desperate shenanigans on a late night
Lighting tooth picks on the stove just to get by
I can't find a lighter my matches won't strike
But I ain't ready to call it a night

Race down to the corner to pick up a light
'Hey sorry man store's closed for the night'
I say to myself ' This ain't even right
How did the cave men do it when they first got high

Still got no flame but I know when I'm beat
My heart rate slows as I roll down the street
As I hop out the ride whats that under the seat

The answer to my prayers another bic in heat..

My desperate shenanigans on a late night
No more tooth picks on the stove just to get by
Now that I got a lighter I'm gonna get high
Pass it to the left and touch the sky.