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Crawdad State Of Mind
"Th' night was alit wif fireflies an' skeeters. It was "Home Comin'" fo' th' town's tobaccy spittin' team, dawgone it. Th' coon houn's were howlin' at yaller moon an' ah was warin' co'ndoms on mah feet t'keep them dry."
"Ah purchased th' co'ndoms at a Goodwill Sto'e an' ma patched up th' holes in them af'er she hung them on th' clo'esline t'drip."
Jest one week ago th' veterinarian had installed one of them ereptile implants in mah scrootom along wif an innertube air valve t'pump me up. He threw in a bicycle tire air pump t'save me a dollar.
"Ah was in a crawdad state of mind, cuss it all. Bein' a redneck is not racism dadgum it. It's about whut type of sausage yo' prefer. It goes beyond beer o' carnal impulses o' ha'f-clothed wimmen screamin' an' sling'in' their step-ins at a bass git-fiddle pluk'er." I say. "Hey, dude, git off mah okra. Aah pay mah sales taxes at th' bowlin' alley like ev'ryone else, even eff'n Ma was "pinsetter of th' munt."
I had married everybody's sweetheart some years ago after she sold her massage parlor on eBay. She told me that her toes were getting sore from all the back-scratching. We honeymooned on the road where she sat sidesaddle on my Knucklehead Harley.
"Destinashun a licensed nudist screenin' colostomah at an Oscar Mayer an' polyps facility."
I ask her, what pilots had to do with a nudist colony?
At the motel in which we floundered was a convention of Botanists. In the lobby, a Venus flytrap open its maw and gave my ass lip burn. I think it thought my tattoo was a real butterfly. I saw no humor in the act and threaten a lawsuit.
My butt became infected and the house doctor applied the gel that Spam is packed in. Now all the dogs at the nudist colony follow me.
"Ah writ this hyar poetry while sittin' on th' crapper at th' Walmart thrif' sto'e. Look fo' mah noo book of romannic poetry a-comin' soon"
50 shades of crawfish
fo' a romannic dinner
4 o' 5 mountain oysters
as an aphrodisiac...
gelled in tomato aspic
"Ah purchased th' co'ndoms at a Goodwill Sto'e an' ma patched up th' holes in them af'er she hung them on th' clo'esline t'drip."
Jest one week ago th' veterinarian had installed one of them ereptile implants in mah scrootom along wif an innertube air valve t'pump me up. He threw in a bicycle tire air pump t'save me a dollar.
"Ah was in a crawdad state of mind, cuss it all. Bein' a redneck is not racism dadgum it. It's about whut type of sausage yo' prefer. It goes beyond beer o' carnal impulses o' ha'f-clothed wimmen screamin' an' sling'in' their step-ins at a bass git-fiddle pluk'er." I say. "Hey, dude, git off mah okra. Aah pay mah sales taxes at th' bowlin' alley like ev'ryone else, even eff'n Ma was "pinsetter of th' munt."
I had married everybody's sweetheart some years ago after she sold her massage parlor on eBay. She told me that her toes were getting sore from all the back-scratching. We honeymooned on the road where she sat sidesaddle on my Knucklehead Harley.
"Destinashun a licensed nudist screenin' colostomah at an Oscar Mayer an' polyps facility."
I ask her, what pilots had to do with a nudist colony?
At the motel in which we floundered was a convention of Botanists. In the lobby, a Venus flytrap open its maw and gave my ass lip burn. I think it thought my tattoo was a real butterfly. I saw no humor in the act and threaten a lawsuit.
My butt became infected and the house doctor applied the gel that Spam is packed in. Now all the dogs at the nudist colony follow me.
"Ah writ this hyar poetry while sittin' on th' crapper at th' Walmart thrif' sto'e. Look fo' mah noo book of romannic poetry a-comin' soon"
50 shades of crawfish
fo' a romannic dinner
4 o' 5 mountain oysters
as an aphrodisiac...
gelled in tomato aspic
Published 8th Jun 2022
| Edited 9th Jun 2022
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