Howling At the Moon
Black market product truckload ...
illegal cargo of tax-free merchandise,
and plenty boxed liquor of trouble
Leather clad tattooed dirty violet blonde
riding shotgun,
with a Rambo knife hugging her thigh
In the cab backseat
sit two mountain men beastie boys
strapped to the teeth
Listening to Valhalla volume
Judas Priest death metal Loki noise
Rolling down the Appalachia interstate
at one hundred and twenty projectile speed —
Anything that gets in the way is gon pavement bleed
Double dose tablets of crystal meth uncut
adds to the pure adrenalin kinetic rush
Coal-hearted outlaws
born to live for the thrill
Howling at the full moon
Running over possum bodies,
laughing at another roadkill
Pirate leader man —
the one with the black patch,
and wicked scar
from his empty eye to his chiseled jaw —
Looks at the red bandana purple-haired woman
with lusty pride, an alpha wolf leer
Pale green-eyed she-demon warrior
gave him the marred skin souvenir,
Valkyrie rough sex gift courtesy of
a jagged edge broken bottle of beer
Barley Jack got his hand on his naked Colt-45,
as he and his rogue gallery crew motor glide
On a treacherous midnight moonshine ride
up the Smoky Mountain elevated foggy side
Everybody gives a bourbon short cup toast,
saying: It’s a mighty fine hillbilly day to die
The dreaded bootlegging Roadrunner Gang
is worth a lot of reward money dead or alive
Cold-hearted outlaws
born to live for the thrill
Howling at the full moon
Running over deputy bodies,
laughing at another roadkill
Highway law flashes on by
moving in the other direction
Passing scan of the vehicle
with a legal suspicious eye
Criminal intuition detection
causes their neon siren to echo
Making a U-turn rubber burn,
the rabbit running chase is on
There are so many spidery gravel routes
at the mountain base ... tobacco roads unpaved
Jack got the map in his mind,
escape plan getaway ... hidden bobby-traps laid
Diversionary bullet exchange
has the law shroud defeated
by nail-studded tire chains
Blood justice tonight not meted
Cost of the chase: Three bodies hauled away
by an overtime paid emergency medical vehicle
The latest out-of-town car scraped off the road,
raising the gang’s innocent bystander death toll
Coal-hearted outlaws
mining murder to die for the thrill
Howling at the full moon
Running over posse bodies,
laughing at another backwood roadkill
Cold-hearted outlaws
most wanted for the murder thrill
Howling at the full moon
Running over so many treadmarked bodies,
always looking for another roadkill
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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