romp bastards

scream at the natives drive wild engine growls
down back country road changing hands
left to right, right to left
slug 40oz and smoke, smoke and slug
many a curse and coarse word
not a slander was brandished
Al Capone, sex, muscle, and drunk
slug, smoke, left just ahead
throttle down and fire a warning shot
they are here
they are armed

Little Mother Fucker

When I was young, little mother fucker, all I had to worry about was getting caught. Sometimes that was the game, not actually having done anything, we would just go out and lure the police. 12 years old, little mother fucker, walking around some tiny shit fuck town, looking for the cops, walk into the street to be sure they could see...and just run, and they followed, they always followed. They always chased that little mother fucker, they never caught him though.

corralled

wake and cuss, groan and curse, kick a the hammer on the tool belt crawling out of bed, start the coffee piss and knock out the front door, dew on the pasture glistens like piss in my eye, long good bye to good long nights, 5am fuck off farewell to you kind friend. gulp a pot and shit black coffee, fuck, probably taste better going out, enter again to my dwelling, kick some cans over push shit out of the way grab yesterdays paper turn on the radio and listen to piss ant politicians and shit bag journalist create the same mistakes and ponder which side i am on for a moment, ready, fucking day, here i am