by Todd Cirillo
by Todd Cirillo
A group of twelve bros
just off the swamp tour
come out of the bar
yelling and backslapping.
They stand in the sun
by the bayou,
all tough,
high-fiving,
talking about bitches
and how they are going to
tear Bourbon Street up dawg!
The toughest of them shout
at the gator in the water
about how they could,
take that motherfucker,
the gator is far out of reach
and unimpressed,
while the others laugh
and punch each other
in their barbed wired tattooed arms
wearing “freedom isn’t free” t-shirts and MAGA hats
while sipping
their Passionfruit High Noons.
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