Now men seldom make...so big a mistake...or even their gossipy women...but the word went around...that the storm come to town...might be of devine invention...for the ignorant sods...with malice filled hearts...handing out lumps of chagrin...and flagging their hand...in devilish gesture...for the good...in God's intention...
Now they knew they'd been rude...and they knew they were screwed,,,so about a day or two later...they all gathered up...to calculate whether...God was a fool or not...turns out he wasn't...so Billy Bob and his cousins...got down on their knees and prayed...but it wasn't enough...and the swamp rats and gators...knew that they had it made...
Bout a week or two later...a break in the weather...brought some relief to the few...cause that's all that were left...when heaven felt finished...of parting the meek from the crew...then the southland got better... and all of the weather... moved farther and farther east...cause it had a date...and it just couldn't wait...to clean the reflecting pool...
Was a hundred and two...when the storm started through...careening across the eastland...was a hundred and eight...at the tailgate party...when all the umbrella's flew...was a hundred and ten...and sticky as sweat...when men shook their fist...at God's heaven...was a hundred and twenty...when all of a sudden...all of the fuses blew...
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015
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