When It’s Bad Or Worse

He hit the haystack at fitty.

Like a soft brick wall.

Took one car length afore

Momentum stalled.

Kick-kick-kicked a door open.

Ass out hauled.

Told a future wife stay

Here and she avowed

‘Til death to us part! He said

I’ma go

‘N git the tractor!

I’ll come back fer!

Ya stay rat dare!

‘N off he went.

Another life spent.

Hittin’ at soft brick wall.

 

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