We drive the trucks.
and shine for bucks.
we wear camo and boots.
hell yeah, we like to shoot.
We say no sir and yes ma'am,
If you dont like that we don't give a damn.
Dirt roads are where we romp.
and the possums are what we stomp.
With bon fires and beer,
you will find a truck parked near.
Tailgates down and country playing loud,
we party hard as the New Boston crowd.
Ya'll might think were crazy,
but we'll just tell you we ain't lazy!
-NBG
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3 comments:
I liked the colorful language in this poem and the originality. You painted a picture with your description of your life and community. Great job
Chuls I LOVE this poem! It is just so funny and is a perfect representation of how it goes down in the NB. You really gave a good mental image of what it is like to live out in the boonies like us. If I did not know better, I would say that this poem came straight out of Gregger and Dan's mouth's. Country folks know how to get down!
Excellent poem i really enjoyed it. Your pretty damn good at rhyming and making it work haha. No for real, very well written, and very exciting to read. Well done.
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