Poking along behind

old men with tobacco

drool running off

their chins and never

my idea I

resented being ten

years old too

young and scared to force

my parents to admit

I had a real job

so I worked behind

old men for a buck

an hour it was enough

almost to buy the gun I

needed to put those

old tobacco sucking

fuckers away but then

I got lucky the

farmer found them one

hot sunday humping

young calves and

probably each other

all I know was that

one of them lost

a finger the other sported

a new scar across

the knuckles I asked

the farmer that did

the damage he sd yeah

I was gonna cut

off their hoses but they

were covered

in cow shit

knew the clap wd do

the final deed

he was

right