2 teachers, a speech therapist
a handful of flustered artists
and a shit-luck alcoholic
walk into a bar...
What do they have in common?
Yeah, that's right-- a starry-eyed
plumber who carries a .40 cal
tucked into his waistband
and wears his heart
up his ass.
But we've wrestled with Death
all night and won. We've tossed back
lions' bones from the mouth of the pit
smirking and laughing and gasping for breath
and we're still not satisfied, you and I.
It's another bluegrass nightmare
in a world too fond of fiddles.
It's a second chance at not wanting
second chances.
I came because I knew you'd be here
and thanked God for the key change.
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