a hunting knife, a cell phone, and a wad of keys on his belt
he's well prepared for many locks or gutting any fish
that might be swimming on the bus.
or calling 911 in case of sharks.
he's got heavy boots to stomp on rats,
or kick the ass of anyone foolish enough
to giggle at his tats: dragons eating popcorn
and a mermaid with lightning bolts for hair
he can't remember how he got them
and doesn't really care.
they serve their purpose: provoking fights
with wimpy guys who stare.
it's gotten so much worse
since his girl hocked his old camaro
with the rotten muffler
and the blistered decals
peeling off the back window:
a harley davidson logo
and the battle flag of dixie
a place he's never been but feels akin to.
she sold it to some mexican
who'll mess it up for sure.
she said it was the only way
to scrape enough together for his bail.
he grabbed her greasy ponytail
bent his face down close to hers,
said she'd have to earn it back.
at twenty bucks a pop
in the alley behind the tavern.
he was gonna go there now
and put out the word.
so she better get ready for business.
and don't come knocking
on the door til you got a hundred bucks
and a bottle of jack. you hear me?
yes, but billy please, don't make me do this.
you got the money for my car?
no billy, but i couldn't let you sit in jail
you said to get you out of there.
i tell you to sell my car? huh?
so now you gotta pay.
you're gonna be my dog.
you already got the beggin' part slicked
now let's see you sit. roll over.
that's right, baby, just like a mutt
now turn around and wag your tail
i need some satisfaction.
i been two weeks in jail.
right here billy? can't we go home?
no, i want it now, doggy, so get those
pants down, i ain't got all night.
i gotta score some crank
and you got some work to do.
you need some encouragement
to get you in the mood?
no billy, i'll do whatever you want
i love you. see? is this right? like this?
just like you told me.
i'm ready for you darling.
yeah. just like that. now bark.
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