ain't it enough
he think he own
these hot blacktop hiways,
them east eight acres,
that red Chevy pick up
with the dumb bumper stickers
and big wide heavy rubber tires,
two sho nuff ugly brown bloodhounds
and a big tan&white german shepherd
who evil and got yellow teeth?
Ain't it enough
he got a couple a kids to beat on,
a wife who was a high school cheerleader,
a brother who is a doctor,
a cousin with a hardware store,
a divorced sister with dyed hair,
a collection of Hustler magazines
dating back to the beginning,
partial sight in his left eye,
gray hairs growing out his ear,
a sun scorched leathery neck that's cracking,
a rolling limp in his bow legged walk,
and a couple of cases of beer in the closet?
Ain't it enough
he got all that
without having to mess
with me?
Yeah, I shot the
motherfucker!