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(8-25)
Dee has a fascination
With everybody else
She can’t stand to be alone
Entertainment is her upsell
She doesn’t like men
But one gladly pays her bills
That makes an odd arrangement
She has to give him some thrills
Jay is a follower
She does what works
Finds friends on the streets
Outside of town, by the waterworks
She loves to play bestie
It’s her favorite role
She stands tall in the yard
Like a twisted-up beanpole
Ess is a black dog
Comes looking for treats
Acts like there’s no food at home
Always wants more to eat
That hound is a hustler
Like its human mom
When those paws hit the boards
There’ll be something going on
Bee is a good man
He’s used to carrying the load
Always helping a neighbor
Always burning up the roads
He never gets discouraged
From being played for a trick
It makes me wonder about
Living long on that bullshit
Gomer is a goober
Free rooms go for a mind trip
Gets used and abused
Doesn’t seem to get pissed
Personally, I would bust out
On an arrangement of that kind
But he just stays away
He doesn’t seem to mind
Big Mouth likes to chatter
He’s a sweaty, bald prick
Thinks he knows more of Jesus
Than any trailer park hick
Been a loser since birth
I can tell just by looking
But he gets by on budget beer
And mama’s home cooking
Skinny Brit is funny
She speaks well by comparison
To the regular folk
To the guards of this garrison
She must feel displaced
To have landed so far from Oz
In a horde of the hungry
A cat with no claws
Stoner the recluse
Barely sees the sun
He’d rather cruise on vaping
And play the welfare bum
Job skills aplenty
But he avoids work, righteously
I always wonder
How he gets by with daily needs
Grandpa White Hair
Rides up and down all day
Doing favors for grandkids
While they game and play
They say he’s a veteran
And I believe in that truth
A throwback to Superman
In the telephone booth
Granny on the porch
Is beloved by all
She works her way ‘round the roof rail
Makes me worry about a fall
She was in this township
Long before we were born
Everybody knows her name
It’s a break from the norm
Stray cats roam
I watch them from my front bench
Living under the empty homes
Like a gaggle of malcontents
They howl and hiss
About feline conflicts
But come around sometimes
If there’s chow in the dish
How I got here
Can’t be explained in a few words
From the Finger Lakes Region
To a life stuck in the dirt
After more than 20 years
I no longer keep it hid
My snake-skin has turned cold
My heart is hard like a skid-lid