9.2.13

A Real Coonass, Me

When we escaped the borders of our land-

an' what a small Black Hole of a land it is,

but it's home-

runnin' from th' ravages of BP and Katrina

that finally gave us that reason

to get out like we'd been seekin',

an' found shelter in yer surroundin' territories

what'd you do?

but call us country coonasses,

ratchets,

and immediately start stockin' up

on every gun legally available t' you.

I wonder-

what's so scary about us poor mixed-up folk

coming in various colors, ethnicities,

an' speaking diff'rent languages

that you would need t' go an' do somethin' like that fuh,

Huh?

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