raw ass.

anyways,
there was this fellar there at
the pallet plant name of
royce.
we called him raw-ass
‘cause it was funny and he
didn’t like it.
one day raw-ass come in
all skittish with a big ol’
shiny black eye
and a gash on his cheek,
walkin’ quick-like past
the coffee and time clock
to the line, like he was
all a sudden a hard hand
or sumpin.

somebody hollered
‘hay raw-ass! what happened
to yor eye? that goat
finally git tarred a yor
gropin’ ass?’

raw-ass turned red-

‘HAY! What goes on
between me
my wife
and our stovewood
ain’t. nonaya’lls.
damn. bidness!’


-hipbilly