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Three Chords and a Meth Lab
“I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me”
Embroidered on the back of his letterman jacket
Hanging from the kitchen chair where he sits
Practicing chords while the meth cooks to crank
In the trailer back of his momma’s house
Where she lets him live while he looks for work
They didn’t treat him right at the truck stop
His uncle might get him on at the mill
A crankster wankster twanging out his art
Unless the Cossaks find out about…
“Who’s there…?”
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