R.C. Cola

The killer is out there,
and he’s drinkin’ RC Cola,
ain’t nothin’ but trouble,
America loves that.

Better start proclaimin’ who’s your king,
be careful who you choose.
Don’t go for any lover of hookers, dudes “livin’ the dream”,
or water sodden wide awakes,
pure drama queens.

They’ll be laying low when the door bursts open,
when you are held accountable,
when the RC runs out and all the Coke and Pepsi in the 7/11 won’t calm the beast.



Filed under Outlaw poetry, poetry

2 responses to “R.C. Cola

  1. Excellent

    Marie Marshall

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s