Our Hero
Suburban women
College-educated men
People who trust in science
Have fallen out of favor with our hero
Because he has fallen out of favor
With them
Our hero
Only appeals
To those
Provincial souls
Who dot
The bucolic landscape
The small towns
The grain silos
The rusty green tractors
The screened summer windows
The barbed wire
The things I struggled to put behind
Me
When I was young
And clamoring to be
Free
From the small Texas town
Where I learned
To ride
Horses
And assault those
Different from
Me
Our hero only appeals to
Pinky Flamberton
With snuff-stained teeth
And grimy fingernails
And a bail of hay
In the back of his
Truck
In the high school parking lot
Where he drinks a beer
After school
With his friends
And they speak of ugly things
Like hating black people
Like killing all the faggots
Or that time
At the party
You know
The one
Scotty Edmunds threw
After winning the football game
Where Michelle Gandy
Passed out
Too much booze
And Pinky fucked her
What a slut!
Man, that was an awesome night
Our hero
Only appeals
To the types of people
That I
That I
That I
Have done everything
In my power
To erase
From
My
Life
