The forewarn preceding introduction
painted the us as forlorn.
I think the word used was "scumbags". I think
that made a first impression before an impression
could be made. I couldn't care less. Maybe
we are the scum. We make crude jokes. Chances
are we don't like you and the reason is
because we don't have to. This gaggle of
gentlemen are my chums: Musicians. Drunks.
Poets. Writers. Rappers. Artists.
We are the hangmen.
We are the horsemen.
We are knocking on your door armed with pitchforks. We
want you out of this town.
Its you or us and
we're not fucking going anywhere.
Theres still whiskey to be drunk
and cigarettes to smoke. Theres stories to be
told and laughs to be had.
Maybe being a scumbag ain't such a bad
thing.
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