On Bourbon, Again

Hear about Fat Billy?

What?

Caught a ball of snakes.

Where? Was HE drinking?

Not on bourbon.

 

What was he doing?

Trying to get somewhere

bumped into them, rattle snakes

say it scared him, bad,

say they was all gray,

first thing he thought:

elephant trunks,

ball of Republicans down here drowned in the shit they made.

I know that’s right! You mean cottonmouths?

Rattlers don’t like water.

 

They were DEAD

 

Why you reckon they gray? And rattlesnakes?

Fat Billy reckons they were trapped under a porch.

What’d he do with them?

Ate’em. I told him they might be poison. You know what he said? Ever thing else is. You know, he’s right.

 

They got six on

Danziger bridge

last night

Black?

Yeah…