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    dots Submission Name: Swamp Mandots

    Author: DaleP
    ASL Info:    57/M/TX
    Elite Ratio:    6.21 - 630/554/330
    Words: 136
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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    dotsSwamp Mandots

    Sitting on the front porch
    Shotgun on my knees
    Waiting for the revenuer
    To come out of the trees

    Soon as he sticks his head out
    I will ventilate him well
    In fact I have no doubt
    I shall send him straight to hell

    I got my sugar and my corn
    All stacked up in sacks
    Got a pit full of rattlers
    Out behind the shack

    Done built myself a moat
    With real alligators
    got me a big old cross
    For crucifying traitors

    I keep a pen full of pigs
    'cause I like to hear them squeal
    If I caught you by my still
    Well tell me how this feels

    Come on didn't ya see the movie
    Let me hear you squeal

    Submitted on 2012-07-21 20:38:56     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      As much as I admire individual entrepreneurship, good whiskey and perhaps would even like to identify with the "colors" flown here, rather than tromping through the swamp and maybe being mistaken for a revenuer perhaps I'll just pick up another bottle of Bourbon at that Indian guy's big liquor store across the street.

    | Posted on 2012-07-24 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]
      why am i hearing the banjos playing the "deliverance" theme in my head as i read this.

    also thought of "southern comfort" and that character yelling to the guardsmen...."you don't fuck with us"

    scary stuff... got to hand it to you, that's some pic....

    the mood of the poem is strong...made me shiver...felt i was hearing the pigs squealing and not wanting to be squealing myself.

    | Posted on 2012-07-21 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]

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