Last One Out of Lee County Burn It to the Ground

No more laughs at the Leesure Lanes
No more beers and splits
No more shake shake shake senora
Crackling from the shitty speakers
You make me lose my mind
With your brown water navy stories
You’re getting fat on scotch and milk
And discount weeknight brisket dinners
The cakes inside the bakeshop window are white
The First National Bank is the only bank
Mercy mercy me, I won’t giddyup in your 409
Don’t you see sugar pie honey bunch
The bad guys know us
They got all the guns
And they won’t leave us alone

Originally published in descant, 2016