Another Karaoke Night

“All my bags are packed. I’m ready to go. … … “

Wish I would have had time to pack my bags. Being eldest son of the eldest son…. Not always an advantage.

“Go and take the money and run. Go and take the money and run…. …”

Took all I could find. Fat lot it’s doing me here.

“Mamma, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys… Don’t let ’em pick guitars and drive them old trucks … …”

What I wouldn’t give for a horse or a truck right now.

“Born to be wil—il-il—ild …”

I don’t think he was thinking about these ten foot waves when he wrote that one.

“Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high…….”

Sure does get pretty out here though, once the storm passes.

“Hello darkness, my old friend.”

I think all that drinking of the seawater is getting to me. Spent too many night’s at the karaoke bar. Been stuck out here seven days.

When you wish upon a star … Makes no difference who you are

Wish I wasn’t here. And that’s just wish number one!

Written for Saturday’s Photo Prompt.


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