A Redneck Sunset
we sit in the back of your pickup truck
shooting down angels as the sun sets to dark
they light up the sky with a burning glory
as they fall limp to the horizon, silent.
a few might slip by, catch us off guard
sliiiiiide on through and rat on us up above
and why would we care?
we've got our guns
our guns, veins, and hearts
pumping blood, lead and liquor as if
they're one and the same
your thick plaid skin
mottled with sweat and dog hair
and my thinning hair
hidden by granpa’s cap
they trudge down muddy hill
to claim their latest target