Worrying Jabs
We worry
ourselves
out after so
many
jabs and one
punch
to the gut.
What good
is worrying?
We should
just go mad,
stay away
for hours
from work
and people
who take
small pieces
of your
soul with a
barrage
of blows. The
brown
and green
bottles
in the
afternoon sun,
Wild Turkey,
can keep
you down as
well.
Do it your
way, like Sinatra
says. Call on
those who
are not
careless. Do things
for yourself.
Get out
of the house.
Head on
out the door.
You could
stand a
little fun.
Soak it out
in the sun.
Step forward
and just
keep moving.
Keep those
fists away
from you.
The worrying
jabs
will fracture
your jaws
of life.
Protect yourself.
Boxers Brawling -- Tommervik
Thomas McCarthy, an executive with the Austin Nichols distillery wholesaler, took some warehouse samples of a bourbon produced by the Ripy family in Kenrucky on a wild turkey hunting trip in 1940. His friends enjoyed the trip and kept asking him for more of "that wild turkey bourbon," leading Austin Nichols to bottle the Wild Turkey brand in 1942. In 1971 the firm began distilling its own product when it bought what was then called the Boulevard Distillery and renamed it the Wild Turkey Distillery. The French firm Pernod Ricard acquired the distillery and brand in 1980, and sold them to the Davide Campari-Milano group in Italia in 2009.
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And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I've traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all, all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh no, no, not me
I did it my way
For what is man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way