(dedicated to [b[Gr8Kat**)
No shame in trailers.
But a permanent dwelling?
Heard of tornadoes?
not to bust yer bubble,
TN*hippie
Oops. My typin’ sux…
At least I kin read and rite.
And spell purty good.
room temp IQ,
TN*hippie
Panama City
“The Redneck Riviera”
Is where you’ll find me
Think I’ll go fishing
See if I can’t catch a mess
For supper tonight
Pass me the cut bait
I’ll wade out to the sand bar
Where the big ones are
Fish blood trails behind
As I step into the surf
With leaking bait cup
Shark better lay off
'Cause I’ll kick his sorry ass
He messes with me
splort
I’m not in a park.
This is a subdivision!
Pretty high class, eh?
Tornadoes are rare
In this part of the country.
Earthquake anyone?
Our cows don’t fly here.
And we never buy butter.
It comes out pre-churned.
This is a haiku
Not a very good haiku,
granted. But it is.
Don’t get so upset!
It’s not like I promised you
A fucking Sutra!
(Sutras are Hindu.
Buddhists only read “scriptures.”
But it didn’t fit.)
Sutras are Hindu?
I thought the Diamond Sutra
was a Buddhist text!
I knew I should have
trusted my instincts the first
time, durn it all! Heck!
Huh? Buddhist? Hindu?
Say, you boys ain’t from 'round here
(With your fancy talk)
Huh? Buddhist? Hindu?
Say, you boys ain’t from 'round here
(With your fancy talk)
Tell me, does a dog
possess the Buddha nature?
Moo. Moo, moo, moo, moo!!!
Mr. Smartypants
Thinks he’s all smarter than us
He needs his ass kicked.
What makes you better?
Your job? Your clean underwear?
Oh, you bathe? Sheeeeeeeee-yit!
I could shower too,
If our toilet was unclogged.
Tub ain’t full yet, though.