Just about twenty-five years ago
I set out on the road
Thought I’d found a paradise
At least that’s what I was told.
Things got bad, things got worse,
I guess you know the tune.
Oh Lord, fog-fucked in Bend again.
Rode in on Highway 97
I didn’t have a clue
Just how hard this place could suck
My hopes and dreams fell through
Ran out of time and money
This never was my plan
Oh Lord, fog-fucked in Bend again.
If I had a dollar
For every sucky day
I’d buy a ticket outta here
And give my house away.
You know I’d catch the next plane
To someplace where it don’t rain
Oh Lord, fog-fucked in Bend again.
-- with apologies to Creedence
4 comments:
Nice and sunny now. Mighty pretty.
Yes, even Bend has brief moments of non-suckiness.
Really, where is the sun??? Overcast here.. Are you from Bend, Indiana?
BTW.. Beautiful poem blackdog, it brought tears to my eyes.. Probably, because I thought the poem was about myself. Except the house part. Thank God I am a renter on month to month contract :D
"Thank God I am a renter on month to month contract"
Smart man. There are thousands of people in Bend today who wish they'd rented instead of buying.
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