Mike of Colorado

He wanted a wife before he called her by name
He wanted a friend before he knew how to be one
The 8 year gap of dumping his wife
did he dump her or did she dump him?
He was stuck in the 70s, the decade of his youth
Watching Dukes of Hazard
admiring boobs
Emotional delay 
making truck models
that didn't look like Pamela Anderson 
or a Russian wife in a bottle
Regressive mullet, flip phone and bad taste
girly posters decorated the place
He flipped the channel to a 50s comedy
while he tried to gesture one ounce of sincerity

He got angry about everything
even the tumbleweed
his life made no sense
and his profits became greed
He couldn't manage his life
or learn the internet
there was no high speed in the 70s
so he stayed with the corded phone
No wife to greet him at the end of the day
just a tank of diesel and hideaway bed
Now he's wondering hard
about every woman he met
and why they left him before he read
their last text
he's out in the cold on Hwy 73
AAA won't save him or even his son
He's got so much junk
his yard is a junkyard bin
of collected memories
he should have melted for tin

He talks to random women he will never meet
He has an optical addiction to lust and need
Stuck in a farm job
nowhere to turn
And he still can't decipher what led him into sin

His ex wife's down in Littleton with his 
delicate daughter
they live in the 21st Century 
and he forgot why he ought to
pay his debt to society
find his way in the world
he just goes to work
and thinks everything's normal.