Kurtle and his kid brother are havin a time <br />and drive that sorry old truck right through a wire gap <br />like it ain't even there. <br /> <br />It tears the truck up somethin awful. <br />It ain't so much that <br />as when they back up they catch a wire on the bumper <br /> <br />and drunk as they are <br />take out a quarter mile a four strand barb wire and steel posts. <br />The whole mess's trailin behind <br /> <br />and neither of em know it <br />til the weight of all them posts and wire tears the bumper half off <br />throwin the truck sideways in a ditch. <br /> <br />Goddamn says Kurtle <br />and goddamn says his kid brother.<br /><br />Hanque O . . .<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/regina-s-poems-017-fence-down/
