Townie Town

It’s Townie Town
where the clowns clown
around

Undaunted by arrogant mishaps
pulling themselves up by their bootstraps
A fine group of yes men
to get under your skin
They don’t get or give help
side to side, an awkward two step
Here they are, hillbilly homies
conservative freaks, religious phonies
They won’t become dumb
sipping red draws in a slum
Load up the truck
to try their luck
be faster to haul
before oil prices further fall
Okay with others having less
They shut the door to progress
Once a week they sat on their sacred perch
finding false comfort in a white church
The bigger the hat, the louder the chat
Verbatim they attempt to connect the dots
by advising us all with their parting shots
The only thing tolerable in this demographic
are places to park and completely no traffic.
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