Out of the Barrel (A Poem, I Guess)

We ate the last of the coleslaw
and the last of the brisket
and the last of the roast beef
and the last of the coleslaw again
Then we stole a cart of beer and headed out
to find a place to drink it in.

Lad, what’s gonna make you mad
if you find out you’ve been drinking unclean beer
from a bucket and not a keg?
You gonna kick me and my family in the shins?
So, shut your trap, climb up on that
and get your bag of god damned whiskey
from that nice policeman over there.

Now, you kids get back on the wagon, ya hear?

we’d not be walking back through the stink
of the swamp on this late summer night
If you don’t mind the cold, and the mud, and the snakes.
We’re goin’ to Uncle Evan’s and they have the best damn
whiskey I ever tasted on a wet, late night.

-Love, Lester