the southern rant

there is nothing like a southern rant
 to turn you on your heels
 to cause your gut to over boil and pant 
we speak our mind with fervant zeal 


 it is not the heat it is the humidity 
you hear it all summer long 
but the moisture spares my timidity 
and makes me very strong 


 for the dew brings the sprout
 the grass and trees stay green
 i think it best to let the flames out
 than to keep the envy in between 


gentility and decorum sleeps in my southern veins
 cross not my social graces or try to overpower with your disdains
 don't be confused by the softness or the sweet smell between my legs 
i stand upon the pedestal directing those that beg 


 i will sop you up before i saucer my coffee unlike your ingenue 
with the back of my hand you will catch the southern vapors
 for fast and strong my feelings run just like the kudzu
 you will feel like muddled mint in my afternoon julep or the toast under my capers 


 when calm and reason settles in your cerebral
 there comes an understanding and reverence of the spirit chant 
when you grow accustomed to this summer heat parable 
you will understand the logic and the soul of the southern rant