Friday, February 18, 2011

you get all kinds

 

sittin' in a
rock & roll
chicken shack
on a sunday
afternoon
when
the last mullet
in america walks in
wearing a fat redneck
underneath
who in turn
is sporting a
hunt often T
and a freightliner
ball cap
greasy
from the mullet

when the liquor
store
closes in the
bible belt states
you
get all kinds



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