a yard of guts

witness just one of my Wednesdays
and just try to call me crazy,
cuz ain't nothing for me easy,

and that's a-okay 
cuz I like my life 

like I like my women 
and my whiskey:
hard or none at all.

and that's why I pray
for bright hues of boring blues, 

cuz I am an all or nothing
kind of nincompoop,
adding a grain of salt to everything.