Poetry
Poetry
Tween poets of, say, Kearney, Nebraska,
Hang off overpasses bravely to spray
Lines farmers in town for parts
Can’t help but see the next day:
YOUR MOM’S A BITCH.
“They better be talking about yours,”
They say to the dog who can’t be trusted
To stay on the farm alone after the day
A few hundred black angus steers
Ended up on the highway.