BUTCHER`N THE HOGA Poem by Eagle CruaghButcher`n the Hog
This feller wants to be society
So he drops rein at this ole cafe
There was a crowd today
They was celebrate`n a play
Shake`n dust out his big hat
And saddle sweated jeans
He saunters to the bar
Where he can see `thout bein seen
Sipp`n a glass of liquid fire
He eyes the assembled crowd
The barkeep sez I guess yer new
To the best writer`s of renown
But you`ll git aquainted soon
Jist give the girl in the red dress a whirl
The stranger sips and sweep`s the place
With eyes of steel finding not a trace
Of a friendly face
But many a hostile stare
What kinda people is this
He asks the smiling server
It`s the world`s greatest writers
And a few manipulators too
A few high school drop outs
And some are just like you
The stranger thinks to make his move
To the red dress gal he ambles
She looks at him and holds her nose
He smiles and takes her hand
She sez your dirty but you still stand out
Above this brown nose crowd
He grins and moves her on to the floor
Where they glide like a couple swans
He holds her close and they move out
The door
Cuz
She was born to class
---- Eagle Cruagh
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