Good Old Boy

Good Old Boy
© Surazeus
2017 12 02

He drives his large white shiny pickup truck
fast to chase the bright rainbow of good luck.
His Confederate flag with its stars and bars
flashes orange in the neon light of bars.
The good old boy with his Bible and gun
is every town clown who wants to have fun.

He winks his eye and grins at pretty girls
while reaching out to caress her gold curls.
He calls her honey and leers with a smirk
then laughs and shrugs when she calls him a jerk.
The good old boy with his Bible and gun
is every town clown who wants to have fun.

He was born on the farm in a snow storm
so bluejeans and boots are his uniform.
His grim dad fought in the Vietnam war
and leaves his shadow sulking in the door.
The good old boy with his Bible and gun
is every town clown who wants to have fun.

He watches football Sunday afternoon
and denies Neil Armstrong walked on the moon.
He votes for republicans, not libtards,
and he drinks warm beer while losing at cards.
The good old boy with his Bible and gun
is every town clown who wants to have fun.

He pushes Charlene up against the wall
and demands a kiss with a smarmy drawl.
He smacks her face when his darling talks back
and growls, "You obey my every command."
The good old boy with his Bible and gun
is every town clown who wants to have fun.

He drives his shiny pickup through the rain
and blasts all his enemies in the brain.
He kills ten people on a shooting spree,
shouting, "I live in the land of the free!"
The good old boy with his Bible and gun
is every town clown who wants to have fun.