4 big armed boys
in a big black truck
chug
chug
through the dark
to a far
off grove
and what's that
chug
chug
in the back?
Not some
coal kissin
cork screw
jeeeeeew york
laaaaawwyer
and
rope!
Nope! just
some home
brew
to
chug
chug
in the moon
shine: cool
white
eye
staring down
from the crown
of our sky.
Nuthins
secret. Alls
sacred. All
chug
chug
haw hee
haw haw!
.
Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com
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