A Country Music

You know,

a country music

that didn't come

from Nashville

or better yet

(and much better)

Bakersfield

is of no use to me.

The prophet Hicks

said it was a

round world 

the last time 

he looked.

I agree.

You know,

we've got

a country music

filled with 

bellicose couplets

peeling back the 

foreskin of our manhood

to see the scared

little member

inside.

I can't see

so stop asking me

if I can.

Banners sell things

and the things I treasure

can't be bought.

You know,

if you chant 

"rockets red glare"

enough times

intercessors will deliver.

Looks like they have.

You know,

it's largely

a small company of men

chopping out white lines

on the blue beach ball.

Each hopscotch square

gets it's own hankie to wave

at the end of its pole

and country music

that didn't come

from Nashville

or better yet

(and much better)

Bakersfield.