Coat of Primer

“Sire, tip the timer;

Coat of primer was applied upon a ply of tile by a wider liner

- left to dry, but prior, wires had been bent about by pliers:

Unboxed the mime - his humor had been wryer -

Luckily today heavy kinda kinder;

Dyed the style slicker, suaver, flyer

- Packed the Carhartt Cryder -

Moved some miles - wheels’n’tires;

Looked behind: The eye had sighed a single bye - a cry

- The highway winds -

He swerved and missed the mire - death defier;

Packed another page inside the binder;

Flowing poet, ‘ol book miner -

rhymer-out-for-hire now attempts to sink his sweet incisor in a slice - a piece of pie of size;

Success it does seem nigh;

Beaming bright high-beams, the self-esteem is higher

- Both passion and desire fuse, amuse - they flame the fire;

Major more than minor;

Steady strider morphed:

Endorsed the role of the outlier.”

- Old Dying Joe