I wish I was a SOBO
How nice it must be
To walk down hill to Springer
Not climbing all day like me

If I were a SOBO
How happy I would be
To smell like a spring morning
Instead of an Old Goat like me

“I’m sorry,” said the Trail Angel
A group of SOBO s ate it down
Just before leaving in their shuttle
For the Hilton Inn in town

I’ll bet if I were a SOBO
I’d have eggs Benedict
each day with tea
Instead of crushed hostess ho ho’s and water like me

If I were a SOBO
all bougie in the shelters
I’d never have to roll up my tent all wet and helter-skelter

I’ ll bet if I were a SOBO
The privy would have scented toilet paper
Instead I have to use leaves
(Now tell me again how to ID poison Ivy)

I’d love to be a SOBO with butterflies landing on my nose
But all I seem to get
are snakes hissing my toes

Maybe being a SOBO I would not want to be
To fight off women day and night
Instead of sleeping all alone like me

I guess a SOBO I really don’t want to be
Instead I’m going to be happy
just being smelly old me



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Comments 1

  • David Groce : Jun 20th

    Well done, sir, and howdy from Johns Island. Looking forward to your next post.


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