Bad Country Song

L.T. Garvin

Suppose you were trapped

in some bad country song

as a steel guitar

ratchets your brain

your truck won’t start

your mother-in-law won’t stop

There’s conflict in that country

cause of the progressive artists

with great abs, and all

Feel those boots

scrape the back of your heel

and stale, slow notes

now taste bitter

This blame world is

messed up – moves too fast

full of bozo bohemians

and people who don’t think right

In this bad country song

the words come slowly enough

to grasp and

melt into fiddle strings

Skip to the final verse

load the bloodhound up

and git on down the road…

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