This neck of the woods
whether for better or worse…
bad or good.
My cul-de-sac with pretend black on white hoods.
Mildly, wildly not educated dope Popes paying dues.
Welfare Momma’s and smack Daddy’s
with nothing but a needle and a spoon and booze
‘It’s better to burn out than fade away.
Your futures so bright you have to wear shades?’
It’s a fantasy world
wife beater’s, bad tattoo’s, stay-cations’s..blue collar blues…
Tied and died brick and mortar shanties and sugar shack subsidies
Uncle Sam’s poor-man vanity!
Open late ‘cept Sundays.
24 hour pregnancy tests…
dime store drug sets…
park and go Ho’s…
Craig’s list 3 ways…
Rent it All…
bring it home today!
Something always happening in
my little neck of the woods.
Cavalier rednecks amp ed on rock.
Sprawl-mart Meth labs
state issued cracker trash
Avenues of scratch ticket cash.
Camaro Heaven Harley’s
Bad girls named synthetic Molly.
Scrappin’ steel and stolen copper at the ‘You Pull It’ lot
Salvation get aways paid for on salvaged income
Middle school drop-outs pimpin’ in prison
Round here everywhere a concealed weapon…
‘cept hunting season.
My neck of the woods …
for better or for worse
bad or good
a constant state of willful concealment
just check under the hood…