I normally juggle the balls in my life reasonably well. Author, blogger, editor, formatter, artist, friend, CHW poet, poet, game master, cover designer, mom, teacher, housewife, publisher….
These hats all are comfortable. I can deal with the multiple things happening at once. Not Today. this week has been one nightmare after another. Me making mistakes that I normally avoid.
Including missing posts on my blog. And then realizing that I am too stressed to know what to post all week. Fae corps has 4 volumes coming out at once(fae dreams, and 3 volumes of Nightmare Whispers) and one of the volumes is causing Technical difficulties.(Fae Dreams). Said difficulties are because I missed details, so I am being extra hard on myself. I am fighting those gremlins that come from it. However I am dropping balls because of it. I will try to get a couple of things back on track and figure out something to post. So please stay tuned…this may be an unusual week….but bear with me.
I may just post a couple of reviews to get me through the rest of the week….
Lyrics – Alright, alright Alright, alright Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though It’s a hell of a feeling though Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though It’s a hell of a feeling though Who are these people? I just woke up in my underwear No liquor left on the shelf I should probably introduce myself You shoulda’ seen what I wore I had a cane and a party hat I was the king of this hologram Where there’s no such thing as getting out of hand Memories tend to just pop up Drunk pre-meds and some rubber gloves Five-thousand people with designer drugs Don’t think I’ll ever get enough (don’t think I’ll ever get enough) Champagne, cocaine, gasoline And most things in between I roam the city in a shopping cart A pack of camels and a smoke alarm This night is heating up Raise hell and turn it up Saying “If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe” Oh yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time It’s a hell of a feeling though It’s a hell of a feeling though Alright, alright It’s a hell of a feeling though It’s a hell of a feeling though What are these footprints? They don’t look very human like Now I wish that I could find my clothes Bedsheets and a morning rose I wanna wake up Can’t even tell if this is a dream How did we end up in my neighbors pool Upside down with a perfect view? Bar to bar at the speed of sound Fancy feet dancing through this town Lost my mind in a wedding gown Don’t think I’ll ever get it now (Don’t think I’ll ever get it now) Champagne, cocaine, gasoline And most things in between I roam the city in a shopping cart A pack of camels and a smoke alarm This night is heating up Raise hell and turn it up Saying “If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe“ Oh yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time I’m a scholar and a gentleman And I usually don’t fall when I try to stand I lost a bet to a guy in a Chiffon skirt But I make these high heels work I’ve told you time and time again I’m not as think as you drunk I am And we all fell down when the sun came up I think we’ve had enough Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though It’s a hell of a feeling though Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though It’s a hell of a feeling though Champagne, cocaine, gasoline And most things in between I roam the city in a shopping cart A pack of camels and a smoke alarm This night is heating up Raise hell and turn it up Saying “If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe” Oh yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time
My 2 cents – well I think that I might have shared this before, but I am covered over with work and feel the need for a good time… Lol. The video and song are both fun.
Lyrics: Alright, alright Alright, alright Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though It’s a hell of a feeling though Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though It’s a hell of a feeling though Who are these people? I just woke up in my underwear No liquor left on the shelf I should probably introduce myself You shoulda’ seen what I wore I had a cane and a party hat I was the king of this hologram Where there’s no such thing as getting out of hand Memories tend to just pop up Drunk pre-meds and some rubber gloves Five-thousand people with designer drugs Don’t think I’ll ever get enough (don’t think I’ll ever get enough) Champagne, cocaine, gasoline And most things in between I roam the city in a shopping cart A pack of camels and a smoke alarm This night is heating up Raise hell and turn it up Saying “If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe” Oh yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time It’s a hell of a feeling though It’s a hell of a feeling though Alright, alright It’s a hell of a feeling though It’s a hell of a feeling though What are these footprints? They don’t look very human like Now I wish that I could find my clothes Bedsheets and a morning rose I wanna wake up Can’t even tell if this is a dream How did we end up in my neighbors pool Upside down with a perfect view? Bar to bar at the speed of sound Fancy feet dancing through this town Lost my mind in a wedding gown Don’t think I’ll ever get it now (Don’t think I’ll ever get it now) Champagne, cocaine, gasoline And most things in between I roam the city in a shopping cart A pack of camels and a smoke alarm This night is heating up Raise hell and turn it up Saying “If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe” Oh yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time I’m a scholar and a gentleman And I usually don’t fall when I try to stand I lost a bet to a guy in a Chiffon skirt But I make these high heels work I’ve told you time and time again I’m not as think as you drunk I am And we all fell down when the sun came up I think we’ve had enough Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though It’s a hell of a feeling though Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though It’s a hell of a feeling though Champagne, cocaine, gasoline And most things in between I roam the city in a shopping cart A pack of camels and a smoke alarm This night is heating up Raise hell and turn it up Saying “If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe” Oh yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time
My 2Cents:
This song has been stuck in my head for 3 weeks. I think with the way people have been suffering through 2020 that maybe a good time is just what we need this year. So tell me, what is your good time?
Hi! I am a poet. Every poet has a preferred form. I think that I want to add a discussion of forms to Monday poetry for a few weeks. There are more forms then I personally use.
I love to do free verse. Not as many rules to limit the creativity. Free verse doesn’t have rhyme rules. There is no structure rules. It is the most open form to be able to express my thoughts.
Pattimouse 