For a six-pack <br />Kurtle and his kid brother <br />drive me and Colt to the Allsups <br /> <br />down in Altus where they don't know us. <br />It's a fine evenin' <br />and we ain't got a care in the world. <br /> <br />I waltz in and buy the beer with that fake i.d. <br />I bought offa Trev Jackson. <br />The beer's cold <br /> <br />and we knock it back <br />and we're set to have ourselves a time <br />when here comes that toad Chase Sherman. <br /> <br />It ain't all coincidence. <br />We ain't the first to think of this trick. <br /> <br />- <br /> <br />The toad goes in to pay for his gas and beer. <br />Summer's windin' down <br />and school's settin' on the horizon. <br /> <br />I give Colt a look <br />and he ain't no mind-reader and this ain't his style <br />but he's with me. <br /> <br />Where I get the notion I don't know. <br />Where we get the nerve <br />is the beer I expect. <br /> <br />We sidle over <br />and slip inside that old Chevy of his <br />and drive off simple as that. <br /> <br />It don't take much beer <br />to make a sensible man turn fool. <br /> <br />- <br /> <br />Then it's night-ridin' <br />down back country roads <br />tossin' empties at mailboxes <br /> <br />howlin' at the moon <br />singin' songs to the radio <br />talkin' on girls in general and the ladies in particular <br /> <br />actin' like perfect idiots <br />with no regard for the civic laws <br />and social mores of our great country <br /> <br />drivin' all night <br />comin' home drunk and sleepy <br />leavin' the car runnin' <br /> <br />in front of the sheriff's office just to be cute <br />and the sky's all pink and glorious.<br /><br />Hanque O . . .<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/regina-s-poems-001-friday-night/
