Somewhere In Florida
Off the beaten track
red dirt roads,
backwoods cracker country.
She is drunk
and fist fighting her ma.
The old man has pissed his pants
and don't care;
he slurps his cooler beer.
The drunk fat girl
grabs a crow bar
ma hefts a shotgun.
A yellow hound opens one eye
then falls asleep again.
The sun shines bright all day.
So far, just another Sunday.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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