Is It Poetry (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Hold on let me grab that rattle snake
before it bites your utters and they fall
off no milk no hay sad day Ola) it(s o.k..

He will go to a different ranch the ranch
of pain, where we send the women hawks.
You know those old looking dried up ain't
had the sap God gave a pine tree seedling
for lightning strikes) it(a year from next week.

You got me all side traced from pain and
suffering plus I'm gettin excited thinking of
) it(swellon up after the snake chomps down
and shoots half an once of liquid fire in pop's
ole jhonson out board don't run nomore no how.

That's) it(s turning blue and green purple looky
veins busstun he's outa gass anyhow you git the
genral direction the winds blown your fun ifin you
stop to long in our town of Takin a Bite in Liberty.