Yanks
(World War II)
"Bloody Yanks," he said.
"Crawling in like cockroaches,
gobbling up our women."
His words hung heavy
in the thick smoke.
"Aye," said the bartender.
"Overpaid, overfed, oversexed."
"And over here!" the old man growled.
The young couple danced snug,
barely noticing
as he slammed his glass down
on the counter,
slid off his stool,
and stomped out the door.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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