On A Path Poem by Ron Bender

The rain drops beat softly as they fall from above.
The sky begins to clear as the clouds drift away.
The clean air above the muddy path

The storm is passing and I slow my pace.
My clothes are wet, my bones are cold,
but at least I'm a good three miles down the road

Closer to my destination and out of the rain,
I'm starting to warm up and dry out again

Every now and then I get stranded in the rain
every time it's me to blame.
When faced with a storm it's always the same,
either take it head on, or wait out the rain

If my choice the former,
I'd still be huddled up and shivering in a corner,
and further away from my task of killing Tina Turner.

For she is the beast
that keeps Proud Marry in my head.

I left a big prison in the city,
plotting my revenge every night and day.

You know I lost a lot of sleep,
worrying about if I drop the soap in the shower.

Cleaned a lot of plates in the cafeteria,
Pumped a lot of iron on the prison yard lawn.

But I never seen the good side of the prison,
till I broke out and hitched a ride on a rig driven by a drag queen.

Now I'm walking,
walking down a dirt path ya.

When I see her she'll say
"hey take it easy"

and I'll say
"but theres one thing,
I don't do things easy,
I do them rough".

Damn you Tina Turner! ! ! Damn you to hell! ! !