y’all
can keep
your doctors
hot yoga
chemical pills
power walks passed power plants
designer greecian yogurts
seaweed slurping hipster assholes
forgotten manners
and cast iron statues of sigmund freud’s cock

no, sir
i’ll take this bourbon
these biscuits
bacon apples grits n’ gravy
and a ride on my horse
to see what my wise old red injun granddaddy
is keepin’
in his smoking pouch

because i’m not afraid to die
of being southern

we have a saying down here
bless your heart

but what it translates to
is a smiling
go fuck yourself