Saturday is for the boys
Out here
Where ya see
Horsedrawn buggies
DIY billboards decree
“Democrats Suck”
Ticklandia
Ticks the size of
Bigfoot
Mr. Littlecock
“I don’t mind bein’ manly
Just don’t fuck with
Blood born pathogens”
Communal bug spray
Forgot deodorant
Did anyone bring food
For the boys?
Shitdick white bread
What’s taters?
Boil ‘em
Mash ‘em
Stick ‘em in a stew
Got ninety nine spices
But a bitch ain’t one
Is this weiner
Real beef?
Doomscrollin’ porn
Edgin’ for two hours
Sidetracked tinkering
Boys will be boys
Packed all the toys
Mind altering substances
Gel blasters
Add on bayonets
Combustion engines
Explosives
Even the fuckin’ Takis
Taste like
KABOOM
Shoot ‘em with the
Roman candle
Welcome to Jackass
“Don’t shoot
I’ve got cigs”
Check your daddy issues
Little brother PTSD
Blew his wad
Couldn’t hang
City slickers
Sleepin’ in trucks
To avoid Mothman
Drownin’ under kayaks
Sacrifice the hat
To the ten foot sturgeon
Let’s rob the horse ranch
For K
On the way back
Dad’s asleep
No more rules
Geeked up
White boy syndrome
No endless opium bowls inside
Damn libs
Afraid of the second hand smoke
“Who would you kill first?
Tomas Jefferson?
Or Malcolm X?”
Shower baptism
Born again
On the fourth of July
Born in the USA
Gollum did 9/11
Dirtbike to the Unabomber’s
Stoned apes
Stoppin’ for mushrooms
On the trail
Freedom
Just the right level of
Impulse control
To piss people off
Too much testosterone
Not enough
Great white North
Ass
To take the edge off
Blame your fuckin’
Lord and savior
For that one
“Don’t be a bitch bro
It’s a sleepover”
We all got different lifestyles
High school boys
Don’t grow up
Just grow old
Talkin’ about those
Not so good times
You remember fondly
“Write it in your diary”
Throw on some
Jimmy Cash
Or whatever his fuckin’
Name is
Spark the fire
With a firecracker
Penetrate the hell hole
Creampied s’more
Tell the boys why
You love them
Hold each other
Under the stars
Constellations move over time
Maybe they’re already
Burnt out
But we see each other still
Across galaxies
“Get work off boys
An we fuckin’ did it”
In the words
Of the prophet
Bazooka Joe
“Don’t chase after happiness
Create it”