Just a Ranch Hand in a Urban Money Town

Plain Talk
No meat and potatoes either 
Gave that stuff up 
Just nuts and berries for me 
A salad or two or three 
I wish I could write with them fancy words 
Not my style though 
Just a ranch hand in a urban money town 
Favorite black t shirt has holes in it 
I call it air conditioning 
Cranking the night shift at the poem factory 
Good thing they don't pay me by the word 
I'd be busted and broke 
No thanks Mister 
Pay me in cash 
I ain't pretty but I sure can spew 
You've read my words 
Truth brothers and sisters 
Only the lonely 
I'm writing your story