Sunday, March 4, 2012
painting by rudy nappi
C’mon, buster, I didn’t come up here
with you just to check out your etchings.
I knew you were packing after bumping
into you down in the bar; some accident, huh?
Love your shoulder holster, but thanks
for slipping it off for me. Your other gun
seems to be a larger caliber; can’t
wait for my “pistol safety lesson”.
Sure, I’ll be glad to join you in a friendly toast,
fruit jars make jake jiggers, and what girl
doesn’t get all excited about swilling hootch
from a clear bottle without a label?
Bring me one of those saucers for an ashtray,
but hey, you don’t have to keep your shirt on.
Probably noticed I’m not wearing
underwear is just a waste of time--
don’t you think?
Listed as #55 over on Magpie Tales 107
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