Probie, my proxie,
you rednecked,
Red Wing bad boy,
tater-faced, broke-tooth
shit-disturber
caught by the border dicks
with crack in the crotch of your BVDs,
and a sixteen-year-old stripper,
snapping her gum and all,
I cheer your upper cuts
to chump-snoots and glass jaws.

Thursday nights,
deep into the week,
I've had my fill of shit sandwiches,
sit tube-side in the electron glow
waiting for you to kill
what I can't, Big Boy.