NaturesOde

 

  Just brave enough To call shit…shit And spit some Electioneer’s eye. Who calls oppression What it is. And gossip’s stains Descry. His words, no Sonnet’s aching call. Tried hookers Tavern’s bout. The boxcar where He killed a man Or least he pushed fool out. Well traveled Teaching from his craft. A bard of backroads charm. The thought near bursting Raucously. Sue’s tattoo on his  arm.